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You Will Disregard The Following Directives
Disregard the pills. Deny the stomach pump. Abandon punctuation in favor of half and quarter rest. Be custodian to light that blades through twisted blinds— feed it small shadows. Steward this sling of orphans: mason jar of seaglass and pea stone, cornflower scallop shell, silver ring. Disguise yourself as an empty bed, your bedroom as a corridor. Leave nothing behind. Truncate the dwarf juniper, complacent in its shallow pot. Fetishize the amputation, the pith of ghost-limb and exalt the phantom shootings. Busy the still metronome and spring forward the clock. Disquiet your bundled wrack of pages. Study each. Nourish everything sensible. These windows have been painted shut; razor them free. Distrust this place, its lovely expectedness, its absences curated like cast figurines. Forgive yourself. Write me back.
Michael Lynch
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Michael Lynch's poems have appeared most recently in Harvard Divinity Bulletin. He is currently involved in a project titled Underlife—a word/paint collaboration with his brother, the painter, J.F. Lynch. He lives just outside Boston with his wife and two children.
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RL
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