DIVINATORY b(ONES)

or are we our namesake grace & huntress? Anne/Diana I went to throw the end of my lot

And saw you, poet Are we blessed?

Will we work?

Rimes\ in oryex of motion

& spoke of this meeting spoke of throne of kingship as danger said something like “hot moon works harder as subprime” as super moon? now a slice of her moon-bodice said: “we should bring out the beads, now, 108 of them” will be coveted by the nun’s breast & sweat the sweet barbarian from yr old country

likes to dash the praying stuff down for French guise out of China

or Calvinist, like a wheel what robes do you wear?

the broken world’s sound of “nahuatl’’and “habit”

I would like to stray in red tonight

would shimmer down to greater first religions that walked in with fire & birdsong

I’ll be the first one on my knees... Music of the saints of natural order

Spirit realms, gems & stones

Catch the tallow of candles

And placate the wicks

Will you bear this metaphor on your face as

mouth blows them out?

Will you be the spiritual guide

Strunk dumb by the pores open to ritual ------ Tremendous! (a little girl). Is a splash

What can be beholden... Kristeva’a anaphoric index we’ll try up all night again to meet its abstraction

Somnambulistic kinesis of all alphabets arrive to

tick down her spine

In trends of sympathy a-Zed the way we would no more suffer for our Book of Hours but count the sheaves of wheat

This nonsense my larkin, my nerve, my trachea

the irreligion of writing the way we will always do more

gesticulating and plucking of phrases between notes of prayer

It works as liturgy for a dreambook of redemption

that misunderstood extension daubs the renunciant with the mark

as darkness hits duress the

recluse demands

that scholars never turn down their meditation

The First Rosary

is the image inside breast belly

water warm red collection
in the first city where I followed his black eyes and my innocence that I lost a while ago.

What time, where, and when? I do not remember

but this morning she no longer sits

with me

In The Second Rosary

a sacred memory
la santa semana pasada

oh god are you still alive?

exhausted sentimental

the beans in the tub for lunch

A kiss in the cheek A strange hug

Maria was born the day after Ora Fortuna

a heavy world still carried

and you there smiling at what we share a list of the things we have lost

What will it be like in the next fifteen years?

In The Fourth Rosary
in pink

easy shadow erase everything has a return a moment

today on glory saturday
I talk with Norma about the past memory
the voice of chavela vargas on the radio

memory
the photo of me as a six-year-old girl cake in hand

memory
a love against mud
a cloud that leaves rain

and the smell of little earths

memory

October, September quiet

my ancestors end here

Seventh Rosary

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