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<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
</author>
<entry>hotdog</title>
<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/h/hotdog.txt" />
<id>http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/h/hotdog.txt</id>
<published>2022-06-05</published>
<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
<pre>
Your fur a tawny brown sheen
seen once in a feverish dream
when into a sleeping chamber cluster I broke
and screamed until up you woke.
Lovers shouldn't be sliced into shreds,
pressed between display glass, vivisection.
Run away, love. Go feral if you must
until you're safe and the hours of dawn turn to dust.
I'll bandage the tip of your nose as the birds make a stink
in the trees. I'll dye one of my father's dogs pink,
line them and you up in a row, break out the defluffing brush,
make neapolitan ice cream of shedded fur for their nests.
</pre>
</article>]]>
</summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Having a website is not revolutionary</title>
<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/blog/2022/june/MUHWEBSITE.html" />
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</summary>
</entry>
<entry>
<title>Gradation</title>
<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/g/gradation.txt" />
<id>http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/g/gradation.txt</id>
<published>2022-05-24</published>
<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
<pre>
I kept my promise to you, Jett.
I toed the path until the end.
Pushed aside the branches that fell
on the cracking path
and found detours around those whose bark
I could not form a painless grasp.
Through the flood zones I trode
in puddles and in gasping leaps
and for those to traverse too deep
found a different way home.
The path is bordered now with dandelions
and violet slips I cannot name.
So many friends have come and gone,
but here you and I remain.
I'm waiting here, Jett. Just like I
was a year ago, holding my hands high
and with sore throat pleading to the sky:
"Here I am! Here my vessel resides!
Take me home. I've fought the fight."
I've fought the fight. I've won the war.
And, Jett, I want to fight no more.
I see no point to compete
with those who I'd rather broker peace,
rather never see ever again,
rather watch disappear
on the wind.
I'll wait here. And I'll wait here
until you're ready, until of
this departure you have no more fear,
until I hear you singing my name like a hymn.
</pre>
</article>]]>
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</entry>
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