Molly Brodak
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04/28/2026 14:58h
In Exodus
Moses is hidden
in a cleft, behind God’s hand,
begging,
and he sees — rushing past him —
God’s back, diminishing.
Moses stops begging.
God’s back is black fog.
I know. He, we guess,
means to do it,
to do all of this.
The brute center part
of an iridescent moth.
The carnation
against the man.
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