breakthrough
the stars alive invisible disasters
in the sun on nights like these i feel
a gnostic agency // strange angel whisks me
through the spruces' wombed interstices
my mental frame a portal manuscript
my birth caul // angel rides the thermals like
a condor tells me Jesus has a twin
named Thomas as i nibble nipple piercings
tingle mountains zigzag backbone of
my past life ossified hot rain my tears
of shame at sponging off the lesser angels
dangling like a Calder mobile shadow
darkening the grassland river trees
the fingerpainted sea a pasteboard mask this world
we break through to a freer realm
~
Thomas Zimmerman (he/him/his) teaches English and directs the Writing Center at Washtenaw Community College in Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA. His poems have appeared recently in Cold Signal, TrashLight Press, and Trouvaille Review. His latest poetry book is My Night to Cook (Cyberwit, 2024).
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