A woman with long dark hair wearing a black and white striped shirt standing outdoors under dark, cloudy skies, with a single bird flying in the distance.

Monique Lanier Poetry

Monique’s poetry wrestles with the chaos of grieving a lost God.

It explores the power and dangers of the Flesh,

It seeks to understand longing for the mythical masculine, the aftermath of Pentecostalism, and the call of ecstatic union with the Beloved.

Act Confused: Someone Might Save You

 

This is a real story so you can do things to it like real bodies.

Substitute carrots for the washing, the kneeling for potatoes,

King Cyrus for your daughter. Maybe you’ll see a ram or an angel.

Maybe get rock star parking. Anything here for anything there.

Walls for ice. Submarines for cornflakes. God points and today

we eat. Tomorrow he’ll have no hands. I should have told you.

The trinity is a trick. What does it matter if it’s one man or three?

A war is a war is a war.

Close-up of a woman with long gray hair, glasses, and a calm expression, wearing a floral blue top.

Savior

 

end this

 

end this

end to end

this not stop endless

 

end this fight

end me seized

 

three days

slipping bruised

five hag hushed

nine thorny mouths

 

soak up milk

union hand fast

here

here boy here

 

here silky one

one black hound

 

here

is

my

neck