This poem is taken from PN Review 276, Volume 50 Number 4, March - April 2024.
Divinations
Loved distinctly over-much,
I feel ambivalent force
go twisting up me:
Winding in the narrow, living channels,
Either way at once
at every junction;
Self-outmatching,
Indistinct,
But unmistakably itselves.
It issues, sometimes,
quietly in the roofspace;
Suddenly, on occasion,
from between
Embarrassment: polite detachment: love:
Like a bloody message
running fiercely open;
...
I feel ambivalent force
go twisting up me:
Winding in the narrow, living channels,
Either way at once
at every junction;
Self-outmatching,
Indistinct,
But unmistakably itselves.
It issues, sometimes,
quietly in the roofspace;
Suddenly, on occasion,
from between
Embarrassment: polite detachment: love:
Like a bloody message
running fiercely open;
...
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