A poem by Mike Puican (poetry, ’09) appears in Triquarterly:

 

Subtle Is The Lord

In the Realm of the Five Senses what does desire attach to?
The wildness of the heart increases in the dark.
The absence of God only makes it wilder.
We lie in bed wearing bird suits. We sing.

The wildness of the heart increases in the dark.
You say, “Subtle is the Lord; my head is tied to a pole.”

[. . . to continue reading, and for audio of the poem, click here.]

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