POST-CRASH BEATITUDE
The root of bless
is blood, as if
a blessing were
anything bloody,
as if this windshield
were a veil
to shine beneath,
blessings rushing
in our ears,
beneath our tongues,
our mouths so full
they runneth over.
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CLAIRE WAHMANHOLM is currently a PhD student at the University of Utah, where she is the assistant editor of Quarterly West. Her work most recently appears in or is forthcoming from, The Cincinnati Review, American Arts Quarterly, Poetry Northwest, 32 Poems, Measure, Rattle, and Unsplendid. She lives in Salt Lake City.
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