by Natalie Baldino, Contributor

I want to be absolutely consumed
exposed and left Alone
at the Rapture,
for Heaven to take and take
and take and take and take
and then pour down like a fountain
an open-skied revelation.
To experience the consummation
of all things from a distance,
the shadow of the light on the hill
I saw the hot white hand throw the bouquet
everyone cheered and missed the Catch.
The Devil and God cannot be divorced!
Let us toast and raise our half-empty glasses
to Necessity.


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