Sarah Sarai Poems

You’re heading true north
but truth is elusive, useless
even. Incorporeal monads
have soul. Corporeal monads
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Emily Dickinson is Jewish and hides in an attic.
Restriction and Emily’s selective nomadic soul breed
Speculation. She misses bees, frogs, familiar sovereign woods.
She squints at dust, the Oriental carpet, a creaking plank.
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When the trumpets blow,
I will see her, the angel Evelyn,
lifted on a cloud,
air-jet transporting her
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It hurts to think God doesn’t
love her dangling dainty pale
feet in life’s silvery flow flowing
like a wingy compressing air
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