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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() watch, now as the poet relinquishes her hold on biblical blamelessness; grab the scalpel. carve the line. hold the gingham-pressed girls tight beneath little hyacinth blooms- fluorescent flickers inside. i wish i could take those hyacinths
and crush each sinful petal, each protruding leaf each bit of propagated stem buried beneath joseph’s lurid body. and joseph answers: i must paint flowers with austerity, you must let them wither. i must stand beside stolen natron you must let it kiss bone. here within the confines of national sovereignty the hyacinth blooms once again- this expanse of promised land is just a musing of bloodied dirt. these scattered lies held as honey-tossed bait caught an entire people within its net; let us go. perhaps if i sit and recite kantian tales of noumena, deontological ethics, prussia, some self-fulfilled european hodgepodge prophecy brimming with imperialism hegemony or jingoism or freckle-flecked hermeneutics we will be free once again; perhaps if i bury these treacherous syllables of truth wherever antiochus deems fit; perhaps the maccabees will appear with glasses of mirth perhaps i’ll feel alright again. oh hashem, you feed us in flowers. oh adonai, you pay us in sand. oh elohim, you sting us with metal. oh yahweh- return what is owed; let these hyacinths bloom over stranger lands let my people flock to a new horizon. Comments are closed.
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