Susanna Rafart Poems

I will draw circles in obsidian,
section by section, tracing the dark verbs,
when the day will be the last day
among gluttonous beasts
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Like that knife she wanted as a child,
a folding blade and a beautiful red handle,
with her name engraved. It has traveled the years
chasing her in dreams: narrow beechwood arrows
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Lord, do not give me over to love
your law is powerful but I'm dragged away,
through the bushes, by the dogs of fear.
I have no idea of the evil such dangers entail.
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