Affirmation

pour me out—liquid

gold, unshaped

and raw—


and watch

the hands of Purpose,

mold my hot ass


into what I’m suppose

to be—Christ 

hand beckoning


on a sea of mirror,

rocking me

like the center of a beat


in a quiet storm

caught up in the rapture

of what I’ve become:


a pearl, a totality, a dangling

thread through a cosmos

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About Jonathan Lay

Johnathan Lay is a Black gay Southern poet now living in New York City. He earned his BA from Georgia College & State University and his MFA from University of San Francisco. He has been published in Mudroom Mag, CounterClock, and Galleyway’s Heard/Word. His poetry explores the intersections of Black, Gay, Southern, and American. He loves Marvel comics and margaritas. And he’s currently hating the winter in New York, but is enjoying watching the snowfall with a mug of hot tea warming his hands.

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