Today's poem is by Suphil Lee Park

Conversation in Heaven
       

Boiled down, love is a simple hassle: Catch me a thousand monarchs in this bottle—so I can bathe in the heaven of what they consumed flitting in the meadow. He catches a cathedral-old bullfrog with a heaven fluttering in its hellish gut.

What if the frog ate mostly its own kind, what if not monarchs but mostly moths.

Look at the monarchs who surrounded their castle with an estate of suffering. See how angels died from happily ever after's, see how heaven is at, and is, the heart of hell? Look, look around this pond.

A pond guttural with bullfrogs is a heaven few monarchs will cross uncrushed, the conversation carries on. What we'll put in a bottle for the promise of what we want. The want we'll fit in a bottle, this heaven at the foot of a cooling tub.

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