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Benon Lutaaya, Spring 2014
Ok We'll Call It a Vessel
Let’s call the heart a stone. No
we’ve used up heart and stone . . .
So vessel it is and it breaks. And
it sorries. It moon it bale. Hey, says
vessel, I want out want stop. Want
the endless nothing and everything
too. Vessel is too hard. Is multiple.
And laden, defers to the chain of
mentally and bodily — pipes all over
the ark are breaking. Vessel in your
sealed vessel. Now what will you do?
Renee Ashley, Featured Poet, Winter 2012