Crossing into Canaan

I take the death I’m moored to, announced as a measureless promontory
and bob in the river like a bloated corpse, blue lips, vacant gaze
I let the water fill my lungs until they rip their festive piñatas
because the one who comes to gather me, capricious angel
has a voice that affirms me rising when this fever abates
-D.A. Powell
image: La Luz by Laurie Lipton
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