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Shovels & Prayers

“Tell him to turn wine to water, we’re all sober, no / more miracles, the show’s over, shower us instead in the absence / of his presence…”

Frothing the Garden

“Born in darkness because no light could bear us, / how much better self-abuse is when it’s with you, / my hushed Muse, my dearest silence, heavenly-bodied…”

Platonic Solids

“Many seats but he sat next to me. / Every weekend seemed less endless / than we’d hoped it would be. Training to / ride the copper wave…”