blog of poet, leah umansky

Hymn

i.

This has all been worn-out:

an old wooden table; a glorified cushion

Close the drapes.

Everything has been partially read.

ii.

I wanted different editions;

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Now, like the loading of scales, I cannot practice this.

there are dangers.

and you were brash.

you were.

If I say love, don’t besiege. Don’t reckon.

iii.

You’ve got to imagine.  I am in pursuit of so much that is not mine,                     yet.

You’ve got to imagine safeness

iv.

Engage my sympathies. 

I wanted risk. I wanted good. I wanted greatness.

It’s in the moment that

you preach. It’s in the

moment.It’s in the

moment where you

became near-

pornographic.

You made love tarnish.

If this were a hymn,                                           it would be a devil’s song.

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