Benjamin Glass

Benjamin Glass lives in Ohio with his wife. His poetry has appeared in The New Republic, Gulf Coast, 32 Poems, Unsplendid, and The Wallace Stevens Journal, among others.


Dear Heavenly Farther, catamaran
My unbelief and gouge your grace.
I get the Holy Gist, but this,
Your son, who butlered as a man?

The spotless limb and bling of blings?
Suppose you sent an angle down
That I could measure him? But then,
If there’s a microphone I sing

A scoutless, karaoke droll.
Because you’ve locked your warship
Inside my oystered heart, I’m sure
You couldn’t love me anymore.
I can’t earn favor from my lips,
O Lord. All love for you is feudal.

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