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Wednesday 7 December 2016

LILLIAN NECAKOV (Toronto)


Above All Else, We Must Leave the Kitchen Light On



Yes

Our sweet jesus hovers above us like fluttering snow

Until the light breaks to

Find us lying in gutters

Undone, snow angels gone bad

Clueless, icicle-brained warmongers

Knitting our spines together

Into a wall of hate as big as

Night

Drowning out mysterious syllables

Inking a new story

Canning stupidity, for the lean years

Knowing, but not knowing

Wanting and not wanting

Ankles all weak and a

Dark, dark skin coming for us.

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