Jaye Renke Vogts Poems

We walked the communist row blocks of Prague
It was your request
While I had visions of Kafka and the Charles Bridge
Behind our puffs of breath
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I am murderous.
I have been such, always.
I know the details of it
Lorca's swords cutting
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I was only looking for paperclips.
I went searching in the box of rubble
saved during the effigies.
There they were!
...

In cryptic intervals
the apples untether their
summer grip and
drop.
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