“CLOSE THE DOORS, YOU UNITIATED”
in a thin coat of longing,
some lapsed ophite or
orphic, struggling to channel
an addiction to sight into
something more productive—
videogame magic(k)
(with or without the ‘k’)
desire has a way of coming back,
some sleazy lazarus with
the face of a superficial supermodel
or rockstar, the only thing more
powerful than god, unchecked by
locked doors and only barred by
loss and amputation—
an eye for each sigh, a tooth for each truth.
notes: the first line of this poem comes from tiffany’s “to go in dreams to where i won’t”
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