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In writing at once intense and wistful, Adam O’Riordan deploys precise imagery and memorable...
Goooogle
A prayer then
for the men who sit,
pale as geishas,
by the glow of obsolete
computers.
Whose nights are neverending
searches:
the busy crickets
of their fingers
stoking engines
with maiden names
and zip codes
of ex-lovers.
God of false trails
and disappearing acts,
deliver us
from the namesake:
Homecoming Queen,
Quaker settler,
tenured academic,
these indices of others.
It’s getting light.
See how the dawn
seems to bleed
from Venus.
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