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Tempest

Jeff Foster

I've been sapphic all weekend
winter burned weeds
of umber and penury
unsatisfied as the womb, fire and death

My emotions put on mules
and openly parade about
phlebotomized and behooved
as the goddess
in reliquary

Time filigreed
by myriad
like thoughts during sex
a ritual gourd and drum
giving substance to substanceless

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