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Tinier than a man can see

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I had thought light and then dust

was my enemy, but then I saw the mold,

spores of it skipping from the window to the shelf

to the tops of the books below.

These freckles I bleached.

Till I dreamt of them, swirling.

Not for fear but love did I dream –

for he in whom the cancer had spread –

of microbursts and a metastatic sky.

Superabundant

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We used to speak of the thingification

of grace, which was a bad thing,

but now I think love,

to use its proper name,

is indeed a stuff,

weightless and invisible,

we can get our hands on.

It’s from where everything always is

and is flowing,

if we let it,

through us to all the rest

to give us and it

life.

Better this theology,

wrong as it may be,

than me and my will

manning up

to obey the law repeatedly.

Blue-eyed Wayne

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I guess the idea there

was that if I met a student,

a seminarian,

of the Princeton Theological Seminary,

I’d see you could be that

and whatever came after

(a minister, a priest?)

and still have sex

or get married or both

and maybe she was suggesting

one of those for us,

though I doubt it now.

Wayne was friendly enough.

I’d like to know what I asked him,

since I didn’t know why

I was meeting him.

Mostly I was just in love with a girl –

and tennis and gin,

and a quarter-cut lime mixed with

theological ideas.