by Holly Day

Published in Issue No. 4 ~ July, 1996

I can feel your bones through
your pale flesh beside me
curled like a baby bird
against my body unconscious
that you are touching me
and it’s not sex
and it’s not love

in your church of streetlights and stop signs
I had tried to forge a union
between metals that don’t allow
and in your sermons of candy and sweat
I have learned to give up on abstracts
contracts
love

blind faith

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Holly Day lives in Daytona Beach, Florida, with three cats, a man, and a new baby (Wolfegang Lauffer Day, b. Dec 20, 1995). Her poetry and fiction have appeared in over 600 publications internationally, most recently in Literatia Macabre, Speer Presents, and Old Crow.
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