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Vap

kansas, my birth.
by Sarah Vap

a beetle's
too technical for nature, which prefers

slowly; so matte

it's undetectable, someday i"ll be able to say i've kept
and given away.

that i've wished to keep
every child---but cede, poignantly, until

death-wish comes to check.       baskets, jugs, a rhubarb
tang---glorifying

repentance, and after
repentance the marbled grasses, genetic memory.

it's why my grandfather's cornfields frighten---maniacal
seeding; vigilance that i long for.

and your indulgence,         ---accepting

that i do exist, on faith, until
i'm harmless, no--- grass, soil, grass, until
inconsequential.

From Dummy Fire by Sarah Vap. Copyright 2007 by Sarah Vap. Reprinted courtesy of Saturnalia Books.

 

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