Jessie Raymundo
CONSUMPTION
Tonight you planted flames
inside my chest. Angels gathered
in the flames. Everything was consumed.
In the heart of the flames, the psalms were
so pulpy you could swallow them
in your sleep like a black hole. For years,
my life revolved around words associated
with desolation. I've learned to praise
silence in the pregnant dark,
your tongue a carving knife in my mouth.
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