Poetry from Darren Demaree

Emily as Men of Science Waste Their Lives

No matter the reward

of knowing,

the incredible things

can only nurse us

when they’re in

our mouths.

I cannot chorus

with any other man.

I’m busy, with Emily.

Emily as a Suit of Gold

Whenever

I’m given

an opportunity

to wear Emily

I am to be

witnessed

& remembered

for the excess

of her love.

Emily as an Owl in the Morning

The light is staggering,

but she can still see me

even when I hide from her.

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