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Best Poems Written by Christina Bagni

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Bank Robbery

Bank Robbery

Countdown to go-time
Finger my gun in the line.
They're counting on me
To get it right this time--damn.
Don't they know I'd rather not
Steal to make ends meet? I pull
Out my gun. "Give me the cash."

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On Finding Shorts In Late-Autumn Laundry

Was it warm last week?
Or have I really not done
Laundry in THAT long?

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Reiki

today i tried reiki

and a woman with warm hands

washed energy from my head to my feet

with arms moving in figure eights.

 

i lay on the table like a woman about to be cut in half

and she ran up my spine in vertical lines

no one ever cured someone by pushing air around

but she seems so serious i can’t help but respect her.

 

i close my eyes and feel still

i can hear dogs–or are they coyotes?

i want to be the breath behind their teeth

i want to be the stone she holds between her palms.

 

she tells me to sleep with amethyst under my pillow

i tell her thank you

she knew my knees were bothering me

they hurt when they are straight.

 

i wanted her to tell me what was wrong with my mind

but i guess my knees are a start

and amethyst can’t hurt, anyway

what else can you do when you’re this desperate?

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I Wish We Had Known, When We Left, That We Were Leaving

When I left the high school for the last time

on Friday, March 13

I thought we’d be closed for a week.

Maybe Two.

I told my students to enjoy the week off.

I didn’t bother saying goodbye to the students

I didn’t have that day.

I left a water bottle in my room.

I left a stack of papers, ungraded.

I left a sweater.

I left homework written on the board.

I miss my students.

I miss even the annoying ones.

I miss the busy halls and filled-up lunchroom.

I miss the hectic joy of graduating seniors.

I wish we knew, when we left, that we were leaving

Because now we’re gone

And the school is a ghost town

But the ghosts have all left.

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The Divine

My feet feel their way
Along the rocky river bottom
Arms balancing
Waist bending
Ankles slipping, twisting,
Toes gripping on algae-covered stones
And maneuvering 
Through ice-cold hell
Hell 
Hell 
Hell

Until you.
A warm tuft of grass and clover
Soft and green
Ankles burning with warmth
Love
Salvation.