Our Lady of Sorrows

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The streets draw small circles.

White lamps confuse

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the moths (a killing

light by the church).

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Chalk on the pavement says

they will be back.

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The bell of light

tinkles with wings

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and heavy bodies

thumping against glass.

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This is what angels sound like –

abandon of flesh

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to light. Drink

is a humming insect.

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I stare too long at the lamp –

am blind when they

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find me,

thump their bodies into me.