by BovK

What have you loved so intensely
that men feared you as they feared Lorca
so fiercely that what's in you rises up

Lines of Emily Dickinson
a certain slant of light
whose heavenly hurt
bled across your shoulders
making a Jew of you in the dark wood pews
where your childhood fell about your feet
as exegetic Baptist texts
rang in your ears

Emily's lines sound harmony to
bars of sacrifice and revelation blood days
in years of Sundays
when patent leather purses and life savers
were the only barter against hell

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