Carol Mirakove
| from OUR HERO IS A WE

house of disgrace & mercy

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cased liquid prophylactic accessory to betray our own integrity video games stage battles on sites of miracles traded & shaded the goddess of fortune intercepted health deities parks are browning from the top down salt ice junk tree we ⋙ weep ⋙ wept ⋙ commerce how hard can earth drought 60% of banks are shadow a reservoir for rain water the double pool punishes or nurtures our historic disdain for illness & patient blame denies a vulnerability tries to justify the unnaming of invalids the shame on unwarrables diminished to statistics elastic strain & rotation a small moon spellbinds our theater of distraction burned to the ground & primed for generosity
healing
a gentle growing sound

outside of bride or virgin

smoking on an empty stomach
donning vice-specific garments
addicted to dictators
ash tray
trash cans
drugs in a just-in-case locket
which means they will be used
like a bubble
the freedom of not talking
hospitality
birthday party martyrdom
sober I last an hour & leave
to shower wrapped in slipcovers
fade out
muffled
fade in
clean-shaven & half-shredded
penning letters to the dead
hospital
seems reasonable
to abandon reason
the multitude
murmur
the hypocrite
oath
don’t let me be sick
under capitalism
the hyena
constant companion
has so many jobs
the hand is not invisible
wrestling down
a bleated lamb
the deafening opening bell
jangle soundtrack
reveals the room
despondent & spectacular
captive & choked on a sob
fade out
one of the gates is always open
our web unravels when we stop
fade in
flock
& shadow