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Jan 2018
i pray to your temples
with every slighted
touch of forehead

"i am the scientist sitting on the pew
holding a textbook bible.
i don't question you."


i have built a
rib cage chapel
out of love and letters.
wave wave.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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