Interior Design and Other Poems


Interior Design by Francis Bacon

For a while every time something appeared in threes
I tried to figure out which one represented Christ, but then you left
and didn’t return. Then I realized you were my fourth love
    anyway,
and the system was always doomed. The fourth moon growing a
    beard
on its back in case it ever had to turn around.

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