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Hymnal Oranges

Buoyed by a ukelele
my friends' beautiful
faces on TV

Because as soon as we can read
our own nakedness, eden is foreign
to us—exegesis always already
baggage, the question of how
how we see changes
everything, oranges
for instance, the inscrutable meaning
of this Mardi Gras—Danielle sighs
not for the reasons
you might think—a day that means
at least two things
from here on out—a line from Outside
that might not sound like the eternal
verse it was to us when
right then—for it was for God so
loved and disabused
not to perish, any whosoever
learns to say it
sing songs

Eryn Green

Yale University Press

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