THREE POEMS by ANDY STAGER
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I don’t mean to say
it’s a top-ten treat,
but boy the world
would be bereft
of something special
without stuffed
grape leaves,
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Loneliness
You’re a tough nut to crack,
I told the macadamia.
The shell was much too tricky
for me to simply split.
I’ve been waiting all my life
to say that non-idiomatically,
I added. Sadly, it was just
the two of us who shared
this moment. And eventually
my hammer prevailed, and then
it was just
me.
The Daily Office
When I say
hey baby
wanna sext
don’t be silly
what I mean
is for me
the sixth hour’s
good as any
wanna pray
with me here
in the middle
of the day
when I say
hey baby
wanna sext
let us pray
When I’m down
for a nooner
I’m just asking
you along
for a date
on our knees
with the psalms
on our tongues
not a shaking
of the sheets
in the middle
of the day
when I say
hey baby
wanna sext
let us pray
There’s a time
and a place
to sing Sol-
omon’s song
but for now
it’s Davidic
girl please
don't get me wrong
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refreshment
is the Lord’s
invention
but when I say
hey baby
wanna sext
let us pray
Unlike Matins,
Lauds, Vespers,
noon office
is a quickie
then the Lord’s
good reward’s
a siesta
praise heaven
these siestas
are for resting
but your prayin’s
damn sexy
if you say
hey baby
whatcha say
I’m on the way
Andy Stager is from Akron, Ohio, USA. He has lived in South Carolina, South Korea, Switzerland, and now Denver. He recently completed his PhD at the University of Aberdeen, and is pursuing another doctorate in 'The Sacred Art of Writing.' His poetry has appeared in Ekstasis, Fare Forward, and Heart of Flesh. Of all the bullshit he's written, this is his most lit.