September Bunker
I flip the folio to the Man of Sorrows
Of the Duke and Duchess of Savoy. They
Mutely observe Christ excrutiated,
Wounded, standing on a lower green alp,
A blue chateau behind him,
Grieving in Pentecost
Gather from this world and its infirmities
language that can bear you, and in which
you can bear to speak of God: say that
sight surrenders petty deities of mild
benevolence and cruel
Birthday Poem for Roma Cady Macpherson Wilson 2 January 2019, ætatis suæ XV
On beauty we must pay a tax,
no matter how much we’re earning.
If God gave the swallow nothing else,
he gave it swiftness in turning.
A boyfriend is a solemn thing.
How I’m going to Get a Master’s Degree Without Going to School,
Rather than go back to school to get a master’s degree in theology or sociology
or philosophy, I’ve decided to just hang out with people who are already in
school for