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LARVA


   



Beloved,
Look at my face.
It is my leaf, my death and my pride. You want me.
But you must leave me here in this gallery
Of suns, where the earth forgot to make its bed again
And rests instead in the micaceous clay out of which
God made the blank that made the world.
Hear me oh Lord. I asked for redemption:
You made me this. Why,
In this mud like light, can I remember my thirst at the end
When I was hanging there on the vine
That melts flesh, oh Angel of Nothing? That night I sought like a woman
And stretched long as your face in the vale.

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Talin Tahajian is from Massachusetts. Her poems have appeared in The Kenyon Review, The Adroit Journal, Best New Poets, The Rumpus, Copper Nickel, Narrative Magazine, Poetry Magazine, TriQuarterly, Pleiades, West Branch, The Missouri Review, Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, The Drift, Mizna, The Georgia Review, The Iowa Review, Oxford Poetry, AGNI, and elsewhere. She’s a Ph.D. candidate in English at Yale, the assistant poetry editor of The Yale Review, and associate editor of Mark: A Journal of Christian Poets.