The American Poetry Review

TWO POEMS

Even Night Is Not Night Enough

For I woke with a walnut for a skull
For every star switched on, burning through black pages
For if you seek God you will find His children
For everything I know fits in a walnut
For every scene I once lived now invisible

For I didn’t want to meet people but my eyes were forcedFor I reach around back of me for a weaponFor those I hurt stand before me in a long lineFor I am radiation like the sunFor the sun doesn’t love us, love is a hundred floors beneathFor I wish to get off , please

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