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# 105
the order was in the hour of worship
Asiya Wadud
all prayers supplanted
every pew held our bodies
when we got to the waters
all the oak pews faced the Atlantic
to carry us outbound — silt coffers
to sit with the words held in the pews
the sun burned a hole right through me
I let it
e-flux Journal
Posted: December 10, 2019
Subjects
Poetry