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there’s a kind of unknowability
 to lovers i imagine looks something like this an impenetrable enigma a veil surrounding us from outside we look like sculptures surrounded
 in glass cases that i could see
 in my reflection while standing fathom far from piéta as i held jesus
 who gently caressed my robes my tears materialized into marble i watched what looked like columns solemnly drift by
 at selfie-stick-length apart but just close enough to instagram jesus whispers to me they’ll save themselves but i’m mary i’m just
 like fuck jesus you scared me i thought you were dead

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piéta

Douglas Dumais

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(parenthetical) issue 17: January 2017  

Issue seventeen of the bi-monthly literary magazine from words(on)pages

(parenthetical) issue 17: January 2017  

Issue seventeen of the bi-monthly literary magazine from words(on)pages

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