Joyelle McSweeney Poems

This is the body of,
waiting to turn on.

graced with a little tremor,
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—Hoooooooo
Lay in an array of pixels
Fat, simulated proteins
Looks just like nutrition!
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Leaf-keep, un-sibyl; if the soul
Has the weight of a swallow, what less
Has the weight of a sip? You equal
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The puppy must be learned of all this material.
No map of the hospital. First, the war effort.
Then, the war itself. The water makes and remakes
its walls. No persons or boats are allowed in them.
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O
melting rainbow that embrace this roof
O
persistent covenant
hangs around
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Then in the August of my twenty-seventh year,
naked except for my seaclogs,
I greeted an audience of piers.
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Makes derangéd love
To the muddy hill. Shoots of green knocked sideways
On a factory floor. Next to the stopflood
Retaining wall, sprung rhythm. Just as
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