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Traci Brimhall

Temptation in the Wilderness, a Bastard Ghazal

Blasphemy isn’t a bad beginning. I became myth

when I wanted Him to say: I love you most, Lucifer.

 

As if a being of light could ever not also be God,

as if Venus had a choice in being the morning star.

 

As if click beetles in a black field could find

each other without their bodies’ blinking luciferin.

 

As if the lovers in a cave could see each other

without the glimmer of the glow worm’s luciferase

 

making green petroglyphs in dayless spaces—that

stone, those beings of clay, lit by a fireless light.

 

With this camouflage/attraction/warning system,

a body can say what it needs to without the sun.

 

Don’t you ever wonder why he asked you to suffer

for him? He stays in the milk-and-honey glisten

 

of heaven and makes a meat of you. It’s scary 

as hell to be chosen, singled out as light-bringer.

 

Take the love and the fear that makes it possible.

A man is a unit of power. A god is a unit of fire.

 

All this could be yours—this kingdom, this breath

and bloody pulse, that city on the hill, the shining one.

 

Be mine. I would never ask you to die for anyone, 

my little anglerfish, my sweet squid, darling firefly.

 

Traci Brimhall is the author of Saudade (Copper Canyon, forthcoming), Our Lady of the Ruins (W.W. Norton, 2012), and Rookery (Southern Illinois University Press, 2010). She’s received an National Endowment for the Arts Literature Fellowship and is an Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at Kansas State University.

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