After Lingua Ignota’s “The order of spiritual virgins”
Sinner get ready
God will save my upper back & the
brick upon my knee
to soon ricochet, no hope no fear.
Sinner get ready—
there’s sanctum in a fragile void,
like a tender wishbone,
teethe your way to its substance to
stand some kind
of chance. No hope no fear—
foreign A6 flyers in French
advertise a nun in a 14 carat gown. &
I will be the holiest
optionable of Botany Bay in
a brittle pinafore like a
precipice. Sinner you get dressed,
chow down the dust
upon my knee to soon ricochet
like you, a fragile
void cannibalizing our navel.
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Dorothy Lune (she/her) is a Yorta Yorta poet, born in Australia & a best of the net 2024 nominee. Her poems have appeared in Overland journal, Many Nice Donkeys & more. She is looking to publish her manuscripts, & runs the substack “Ladybug Central”.