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i could have peeled
god off of my flesh
like a flaking wallpaper
with a wilted pattern of flowers
but i remembered the poinsettia bouquets
that filled both my palms
and as i drifted back to the garden
i promised to return in three days’ time
and hummed my own name in vain
so as to not make a scene
T r o y P o r t e r
An Apostle in Bloom
edited by Laura M. Kaminski
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