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Mystical?
Too clinical.
God?
The name has been
smoked down
to a stub.

For sixteen years
I have ransacked
the universe,
unsealing files,
lifting lyrics,
looking for a way
to say how it was.

Because we have
no word for light
we live in shadows.


From BREATHING BETWEEN THE LINES (University of Arizona Press, 1997)

 

Poems by Demetria Martinez

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Tell Me

Psalm