by Benjamin Bagocius

1
I heard you are supposed to
make an offering to the gods
so they come to you and
begin to fix what is left.
But what if the gods come and bring
their phone charger and laundry, dump
their bag of books and clothes
on your floor, and you never
invited them. How do you
get rid of a god?
Artemis laughs about that one.
How do you get rid of Artemis,
as she walks into my
bathroom, shuts the door,
and turns on the shower.
2
In the gym hot tub, naked,
I read Pirkko Saisio’s The Red Book
of Farewells,
through which Artemis commutes
to my thought as on a train:
Hovering inches from destruction,
the water that would ruin it, the book is safe,
is me
in two hands held
This time, this
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