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poem in which i conclude beauty is not for me

By Flourish Joshua

in the scale of things, i am a feather plucked from the wings of

grief, motioning towards a citadel of zero quietude. forgive me— i’ve

tried stanzaring laughter into a poem & watering seeds into a garden

of lullabies; but— at the mention of my name, everything beautiful

dies, as if to mean, beauty is not for me. in the last poem i wrote, i

danced love into the pages, but it took the back door & seethed into

oblivion— when they say love is in the air, i vaccinate my mind &

barricade

every opening in my body. in the scheme of things, i am a dagger

 

in

the

chest

of

beauty.

 

 

Flourish Joshua, Frontier XX, has appeared in London Grip Poetry, miniskirt magazine, East French Press, Olongo Africa, Sledgehammer Lit Mag, Poetry Column NND, Ghost City Review, Brittle Paper, Blue Marble Review, Bluebird Review, No Contact, the Indianapolis Review, Agbowó, the minnesota review, Magma Poetry & elsewhere. He is the poetry editor for LERIMS Quarterly, associate poetry editor for miniskirt magazine & a Best of the Net nominee. He tweets from @fjspeaks.

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