Sarah Vap

Last week you formed the chambers of your own heart; this week
the lobes of your brain. I wake up thinking overcelebrate.
I wake with the phrase, as I am wont.
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When, beyond the patience of night's long black grass,
they're locked into that shape
of a small white chastity—it's hardly this simple—
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The earliest light we know
is out there on the hill this evening, calling to us—
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Cowboy song with no words
to the cows—the one inspired
by your dream of tying a steak
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—some trotting and tripping frail guests,
others elegant.
All of them moved through twilight's shell
with stones
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Sequence of horses—negatives of actual geldings
foundering near the aqueduct. Clinical, and pastoral.
Sick horses swim out for China
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sorry, and more sorry— the loyalty
we have to experience.
Our inclination for resolving,
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Winter's sunny
through the sauna's half-bottle windows. Weren't
you nervous?
Just as the world is. How the worst of them
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her body's customs
with things
he requires
that she shave
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There, behind sunlight,
is the long pressure
of a child's love. Becoming mute
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A seer, enduring
the watcher's flowing face: be grateful, be grateful.
Ear
where the sheet of marble buckles.
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This morning, husband,
you lay beneath the window and dreamed of many people
watching you sleep through that window, while
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Fungi-like white angels
with the dozen long clear wings
inside testicles, highly-magnified:
obstinate coils
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Haloes in children's drawings—the double-gravity
of light and homeland.
It's true
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