Preexisting Conditions

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Fantasists

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we became those people overnight,

fantasists who daydream holding

hands and speak in whispers of ‘true love’

like nothing came before a kiss across

the console of a Chevy Cruz or

will exist without space curvature

across the low points of

our spines…

~

i’ve fanned the flames

and lost myself in

your geometry.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

Doubt the Stars

doubt the stars but not their light:
her breath replaces oxygen in fire
and I am haunted every day by solar
whispers in the wind; a voice has
fractured time; the earth has fell
away and milkweed brings the
butterflies to life.

© Ben Ditmars 2015

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War Wounds

she speaks war wounds
from a flame, sobbing wine stains:
death-defying light,
a sudden mist of silver lining
bent on superstition.

frozen in the stratosphere;
your trust a heavy breeze
of free electrons, charging
atmospheres we left behind.

© Ben Ditmars 2015

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Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade