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Erica Anzalone
Erica Anzalone earned her BFA in Writing, Literature and Publishing at Emerson College, where she studied under Bill Knott. Her work has appeared in Poetry Motel and The Emerson Review. By Erica Anzalone
Published on 11/15/2001
it is so hot it is a desert our shoes
no longer burn
our feet are naked in
the temple of our poverty
we kneel we are inflamed
apotheosis of hands the milk
of stars a divine gift we refuse
obstinate in our hunger for an ardent
language a piano a
golden wing a
piece of good bread please
the profanity of saints fervently
praying in an alarming
dawn of snow-
bitten cocks the absurd
flesh of our need for honest
food the prodigal desire the perverse
form of an egg the blue
immensity of sky.
Copyright © Erica Anzalone, 2001. All Rights Reserved.
it is so hot it is a desert our shoes
no longer burn
our feet are naked in
the temple of our poverty
we kneel we are inflamed
apotheosis of hands the milk
of stars a divine gift we refuse
no longer burn
our feet are naked in
the temple of our poverty
we kneel we are inflamed
apotheosis of hands the milk
of stars a divine gift we refuse
it is so hot it is a desert our shoes
no longer burn
our feet are naked in
the temple of our poverty
we kneel we are inflamed
apotheosis of hands the milk
of stars a divine gift we refuse
obstinate in our hunger for an ardent
language a piano a
golden wing a
piece of good bread please
the profanity of saints fervently
praying in an alarming
dawn of snow-
bitten cocks the absurd
flesh of our need for honest
food the prodigal desire the perverse
form of an egg the blue
immensity of sky.
Copyright © Erica Anzalone, 2001. All Rights Reserved.