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True Faith

Joseph Lease
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Property is death: they had a body crammed in a mailbox and it was just a brown suit with bones sticking out—and fathers lost in blowing snow—and mothers drift in blowing leaves, and all the lies in any town—work was my salvation he said work was always

my

        salvation

 


        2
branches



You



Joy can

        Scream

        3

Ice and the river—"the desire to be normal is healthy": no, it isn't—can you imagine the death of the wind—can you remember the ghost of that voice—


        4
Your

        Kisses

Your

        Sky

Your

        Darkness

Your

        Sky

        5

Lavender sky, sky like whiskey—the way, the way we live in bodies—lavender sky, sky like whiskey—and to your scattered bodies go—your dream inside your face, your night inside your morning—I'll try to glint like birds behind the rain—

Copyright © 2012 by Joseph Lease. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2012 by Joseph Lease. Used with permission of the author.

Joseph Lease

by this poet

poem

                  Try saying wren.

It's midnight

in my body, 4 a.m. in my body, breading and olives and
cherries. Wait, it's all rotten. How am I

poem
            Why don't people 
tell the truth—you scare people—genocide and 
how the rich got rich—even a bus shines 
differently in the light, the glowing 
splinters—why don't people talk more about 
the government and power—how do I know 
the rich can't sleep—promise me the rich can't 
sleep—