“What Is A Poet” by Hollie Dugas
What Is A Poet
but a speck of earth — barely
an obstruction to God’s
magnanimous eye — imagining
their version of love and death?
Why does He invite himself into
every soft and lonely heart?
I want to wear the skin shed
from bodies He inhabits
like a fitted onesie, sleep
knowing my thoughts live
inside them, becoming
enveloped in circadian rhythm.
Here, here, sit on the pulse of
my tongue. I’ll tell your truth so
perfect, it will seem a lie.
I’ll rock your heart to slumber;
then, beat it to death. Yes,
with me, you’ll suffer infinity
in a single second.
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