Status Updates From The End of the West (Lannan...

I don't see You everywhere
all night, and
I have all night

You think it's going to hurt, and it does, only not in the way that you
imagined
Her hand there and then
not there
His
hand there
and then not
there

My little prayer:

Take
Take
Take

The light through the stained-glass window was snow
Do you want to be home forever?
It's all right if you do
Kiss me in the pew among strangers who aren't strangers but His
other homeless children
The light through the stained-glass window was snow, not Grace
not Spirit
Not, lightly
His fingers

Sad, spare.

An interesting collection of modern poetry that has a visceral intensity. Dark in places, sinewy with plenty to think about.

I wanted to make comparisons to Matthew Dickman's poems, but that's wrong. These are quieter. These have lots of space. I like these poems very much.