Solemnity of Mary
you open your mouth
and a moon bursts open.
How did the sky
know you were ready?
Tell me.
Saint Gabriel
I stand at the foot of her bed,
married to a spark.
A child is a bolt
of lightning.
I could disappear,
leave a gift
that will shatter all this
in nine short months.
I know she will
burn this bed
down to a charred frame
when she hears this news.
Her hair
fans the flames.
The Annunciation of Our Lord
I would have been happy
in a life
without miracles.
The flowers darken
to shades of blood.
He never asked
if I wanted to live
without being touched.
The sun falls
on a curve
of my breast.
I miss everything
I’ve ever missed.
Marian Apparition
I see Mary
in my cup of tea.
Golden roses
leap out of her eyes.
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