Welcome to a world of limitless possibilities, where the journey is as exhilarating as the destination, and where every moment is an opportunity to make your mark on the canvas of existence. The only limit is the extent of your imagination.
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poem: the curiosity of A Satan
Hidden in a shaded grove by the fountain—/ businesses across the street live on Glamour/ the restaurant on the corner serves Prestige/ cars drive by on a cobblestone street headed toward The Future and The Next Best Thing/
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Poem: You and We
We prefer you to stay crucified Held on the glass cross above us in mosaic windows.
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Poem: Where God Slept
I myself would tiptoe Quietly past God sleeping In the guise of his saddest Creature—alone in the dark
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Poem: after
It’s the smoke off a cigarette/ the trail of a comet tailing/ the way the residue of breathing/ hangs in cold dawn air
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Poem: The Guy at McDonald’s/Cool Grandma
The guy at McDonald’s doesn’t know… the effort it took to “put on my face” and spike up my hair, searching every kitchen drawer for a smile to wear and looking in each closet to find the twinkle missing from my eyes.
Why
did she take
the paper flowers
and the huge golden butterfly
inhabiting her head
(along with the stuffed
bird
in her ribcage)
and without saying a word
lay them out
on the wooden
floor?
~Nikos Engonopoulas, from Aubade.
Small Pieces of Being 