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Lynn Behrendt

Put on your liturgical pelt, Little Colorado
I'm the leaf the rod the rather upright lean
creator of seediness and dearth

Deceived by the roly poly baby bjorn on a whacked-out timeline
until the verging Mary herself was snuffed, held on haunches high
was cruise-ified deep-fried, then berried. Yum. Amen.

Failed wary full of face the lowered is kissing
your pestered brow a tongue lumen
and petered is the flute of your wound Jesus

Lowly prairie other than sod
give us some hay here for our synerge
pray for us tin ears, now
and end the souring of our breath.

Lynn Behrendt

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