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I Don't Go To Church But Church Comes To Me

by

Elizabeth Gade

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I Don't Go To Church But Church Comes To Me

This is the throat for singing, a holy mouth of worship, cleaved from body but not of wanting.

Prayer is a place inside of me birthing poems;

atom splitter poem masticator indecency incinerator

you can't separate artist from mother, creation from creativity.

Be ungovernable; open mouthed at the alter, maw full of holy vowels.

Published Jan 6, 2024

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