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Faith

Emily Van Kley | Poetry

I believed in God.
My debts were many. 

I was always parked
in a damp

backseat of flesh.
No one kissed

my neck,
that supple giblet.

My sin was being
unwanted

until I was wanted,
then my sin

became more vascular.
I believed because

belief was labor,
and labor more

unassailable than love.
Scuzzy incarnation,

bone bag of hanker.
When it comes

to the beyond––
its covert

particulars––
this formidable lust.