Noelle Kocot Poems

Someone inside says, "Get busy."
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.
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The alpha You. The omega You.
My grandmother's ghost, its girlish snafu
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Saturn seems habitual,
The way it rages in the sky
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The human realities of the living are now
As close to me as my own—oh, see how
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"You" have transformed into "my loss."
The nettles in your vanished hair
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It's the fern beyond the wind, the classic
Eruptions. Night is a funnel that is overcome.
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My body is
A little
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A plausible place, this sea of air.
Somehow, the fragments of a later
Time get pulled out of the memory.
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The loose elements, this striving toward the
Kingdom. The body is a blessing. I wait in
A foothold and bury the evidence. For years
A lamb strutted around on a hillside, never lonely.
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It is always winter here, and the fear
Is just a crash into being tangled. Gnarled
Sister with your lucious drunkenness,
We are not at the end of something. In
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