Patron Saint of My New World Order by Kendra Ferguson

Mar 4, 2019

part I


talking with my historian is

throwing up at the art museum

descending a staircase nude

emerging from a well

to shame mankind

an earthly garden of delights

i’ve never carved anything

from marble or a rougher stone

my sense of permanence

was learned from bad tattoos

armenian funerals and

chipped front teeth

we need a new lesson

be Explicit! Expand!


be the bulk section of the grocery store

a million little pieces of whatever

ancient grain is fashionable

those grains know

what permanence feels like

they have been around

longer than we have

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