A GOD SAID SORRY
a god fell right through my roofdown my stairs all the way the smell
of greatness and B.O., I wanted to kiss him
so I stood still
the god looked at me
like I was the God
life after
my golden silence
the god said sorry
for the mess
this was not his day
FINALLY
gather the eggs
teach them
to be
to obey
finally
i learned to
be comfortable
living
inside of your
loneliness
gather the eggs
teach them
to be
to obey
finally
i learned to
be comfortable
living
inside of your
loneliness
bionote:
Eli Dunham is a queer, neurodivergent poet living in Sacramento, CA. You can find their work in DreamPop, Gramma, Gasher and YAWP. They have poems forthcoming in Redactions and Indefinite Space.
Eli Dunham is a queer, neurodivergent poet living in Sacramento, CA. You can find their work in DreamPop, Gramma, Gasher and YAWP. They have poems forthcoming in Redactions and Indefinite Space.
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