“I am/light as if there were no/blame”

the truth isn't beautiful. telling it is

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“I am/light as if there were no/blame”

The truth isn’t beautiful

telling it is
the truth is a deer with an open cage of ribs

the rain hits Phillips Church
on my perp walk to the passenger side

beautiful things make me sigh       

like a kid

a fly lands on me and I cry

morning to night
sunset to sunrise                I can hear the absent crickets
and every movement of my eyes

I whisper I am still alive at the quietest time
and count the stars that aren’t in my sky

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The title for this poem is from Toi Derricotte’s “a nap” (here)

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