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Comfort Me with Martyrs

Laura LeHew

I dream of drowning
would rather hang from a lamp post
stumble naked through a blizzard
where there is no narrative

lightning arrests vascular tissue
living under bark
I deputize my own weather
time blooms in me

the only moment we have in common
plucked out by forceps
I understand such hunger
denies me the universe

a dozen empty shrines
a whisper balanced on a fulcrum
the ink too slow to dry
I want to become parenthetical

if this is the end of the world
would you recommend me to a friend