3:16 [For]
For
who hands o-
ver their on-
ly begot-
ten any-
thing to this
white-teethed world
if god so
loved I nev-
er knew him
From The Night Angler. Copyright © 2018 by Geffrey Davis. Used with the permission of BOA Editions.
As the Pome:
I could ask my petaled voice to cup its first and last notes against the hive’s collapse.
As the Pome:
I could ask my scent to bud in the noses of passersby, could get a heart or two leaping for the season
inside me.
we won’t tell you where it lies, as in time we might need the minor intimacy of that secret.
after Brigit Pegeen Kelly
I.