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the tenth day of lent, of fasting and abstinence — Mina Marelica

he is cause of all things and yet he is not anything.

nothingness is creation, Dionysus tells, the

ecstasy of abjection. the pleasure of the chasm of the hollow you wrenched from me, exhumed me from sedentariness; i am unbridled for half year, exothermic, i

scare my friends and yet you have never touched me (not never) and soil still coats my

teeth and mouth and throat and it is coarse and i hurt constantly.

Poem loosely based on "A Nocturnal Upon St Lucy's Day" by John Donne

Display Image Credit: La jeune fille et la mort by Henri-Léopold Lévy, 1900



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