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Aldo’s Crying

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Fire, your longing, your
long-throated longing--
I'm holding you not because you
need to be, but because
honesty ripples like a salve

through your throat, your eyes,
your fired-up muscles, all the initial
spark of egg meets sperm.

Crash and bang, my wave,
my magma.
Sweep us
out of our chair to primal landscapes.

I ought to feel guilty
to love that orange ignition--
to hope for it.

Emily Morelli recently received an MFA from the University of New Mexico and lives in Albuquerque with her family. She has work forthcoming in the spring 2011 edition of the journal Tuesday: An Art Project.

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Beautiful, honest and vivid. What more could you want?
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