Poem Beginning in Berlin, Ending in Boston, and Bookended by Rilke

“My God is dark / and like a web: a hundred roots / silently drinking.”

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“The actors on the show were trying to find a way
to talk to aliens by using math and pheromones. I googled the
height of one of the actors. He is 6' 4". I fell asleep while
watching the show about the people in space trying to
communicate in first contact, intergalactic noises beeped and
swirled around the room like bees.”
#TianaClark #poetry

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After the Reading

someone asked me if my husband left me, or if I left him. After

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