Five poems from Samantha Milowsky

[Squigglenob]

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Send a god symbol
through our daisy-chained heads—
fix the fireflies in our throats, drown
receivers for impending dreams, stammering
the dulcimer, name me kin, gentle
conquest of meat, torrents
of mania, polite chained cameos, unchained
epochs of light roused over and over,
come the shadows between the hours,
falling on the same backseats
that uncoiled make a trapeze of lust,
even the likes of Nashua and Nashville,
say anywhere, on some walls, the devil
is sketched in precarious balance
and isolation, avoiding bedsores,
taxes, deeds taken into account.

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