Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

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How nearly can I
inhabit someone
else’s body? I don’t
have any money.
Prostrate, scrolling
through other people’s
clothes, I’m wearing
the tearable pink dress
I met you in. It came
taped up in a box
that smelled like house
and once held water filters.
These truncated mannequins
I imagine angels appear as—
headless torsos, voices
emanating from necks—
scare me like you did.
Still I let divine will
fill me like a windsock,
commencing a delirious
motion. Now my love is a line
pulled by no current.
Thanks for your purchase!
wrote the woman in Queens
on scalloped cardstock.
Pulling her dress over
my head, light sieved
through sheer silk
and I saw the threads
binding my delight.

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Erin Marie Lynch

Previous Poems

Title	Author	Date
Self-Care	Faylita Hicks	02/21/2023
her aint even at de funeral	avery r. young	02/20/2023
Plácido’s Farewell to His Mother	Gabriel de la Concepción Valdés	02/19/2023
The Eyes of My Regret	Angelina Weld Grimké	02/18/2023
The Lose Your Mother Suite VI. “across the surface of my studied speech”	Remica Bingham-Risher	02/17/2023
St. Valentine, Bishop of Terni, probably beheaded, was also the patron saint of asthma, beekeepers, and epilepsy, so he might have said	Lynne Thompson	02/16/2023
An Act of Love	Tommye Blount	02/15/2023
Wetland	francine j. harris	02/14/2023
Love Poem Attempt 3/?	Taylor Byas	02/13/2023
Challenge	Sterling A. Brown	02/12/2023

Title

Author

Date

Self-Care

Faylita Hicks

02/21/2023