3 Poems by Jeremy Karn

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There Are More / No Beautiful Things Than Chantal
(After reading: 1st John 4:18)

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                       On the other hand / you were like the traffic / signs that keep / warning us about the swinging kitchen door 

 a boy spelled the name / Chantal wrongly on /  his tongue & still fights to pronounce it

sometimes / he thinks / the sea ends in her body 
sometimes he  tried to trap the sunlight in his shirt pocket
the sea upgraded / itself into 2019 version 

II

                         beside her portrait / what else of her is alive, my mother asked?
by nature her voice is allowed to be alive / to grow /
to love / to be called beautiful

the rain ran around / the house naked / sweating from heat 
a woman sweeps the / Earth from the street into the sidewalk

she teaches you how / to love things that      don’t love you             

how to love the sea / that left you standing on the shore bare feet / picking seashells

how to lick your blood off    your hand when you /
slice your finger instead of the fruit 

III

               this idea of loving something without / loving another things is a sham 

you don’t have to arrange your body like piano keys / when I trace my fingerprints from your bones
——just sit; let’s pray 

my addiction to something is never  wrong / my addiction to love is a wind
caught in a cobweb / her addiction to love must be out of  reach children


Jeremy T. Karn is a 23 year old poet from Monrovia, Liberia. His poems have been published in Kalahari review, Praxis Magazine, Odd Magazine, The African Writers and others. He can be reached through his email jkarn209@gmail.com.

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