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In Your Heart,
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Teardrops of God


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In an Attempt to Surround the Living Room

Mark Fleury

In an attempt to surround the living room
With muscles flexed while pacing toward

A secure embrace, the window became my television’s

Moon. And the car a place to sort out
Why Superman’s cape is the red of the apocalyptic

Sunset in the eyes of my drive home.
I blinked and winced several glares
Off the road’s oil spills, shored in
My descending heartbeats’ losing

Basketball game, and couldn’t count the ghosts
Of children in my head who had courtside seats.
Always a little blood loss
At these big money sporting events,
The winners got to drain theirs from the moon
I kept at the end of my road.

Where the descent toward Atlantis began,
My basement, flooded with tears, opened inward
Toward the center of the earth’s spin,
So my chest’s expanse of inhale bottomed out
To fill the bowels of the star
I’d become after my car accident

Broke my Super Hero’s faith. The last bubbles
Popped on the surface of the sea.
Lost city here I come.
Nothing to keep the children of God
From directing my drive home: Demon
Younging into Angel. At least that was the plan

Until Baby Jesus turned out to be human
And this word ghosting what I’m not doing.
Because your name is Holy, Spirit
Has its own room to show your face, uncovered.
The pain of a child dying to reflect one shadow
Of all of spring’s colors. Christ,
Nothing doing, your cheeks are the blushes
Of sunset and the scream of again rising
Over your own grave until I’m only
Not myself. Sporting Event.



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