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"In the Name Of" by Daniel Edward Moore

Updated: Apr 3, 2022

trinitarian genes the DNA of spilt-personality gods

I discovered mine drinking Jack & Coke chilled by a bear in a glass on ice.

My family roamed the earth a theological thesaurus

with long white teeth like Samson’s hair. You can call me, Delilah.

A scissored woman who likes her men shorn. I watched

infidel’s scatter. To privacy. Ovens. Dickinson. Plath.

Like mice, eating cheese before the steel snaps. Beckon me

from the hole in your Holies. I’ll lay you

like a trap.

Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in Lily Review, The Cape Rock, Notre Dame Review, Front Range Review, Ocotillo Review, Iron Horse Literary Review and The Blue Mountain Review. His book, “Waxing the Dents” was a finalist for the Brick Road Poetry Prize and published in 2020. His recent book, 'Psalmania' was a finalist for the Four Way Books Levis Prize in Poetry.

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