Poetry by Han Raschka

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and deliver us from evil

after ten years 
of sacrilegious prayer
it is still comforting
to palm broken glass

eight months clean
from ripping yourself open
does not mean
temptation does not sit on your chest
threading your fine hair through a needle
ready to sew you back shut if needed

you wait for god
to tell you
you have done enough.

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Han Raschka (they/them)  is an up-and-coming writer from Wisconsin, but don’t tell them that. When not wrangling their three dogs or drinking far too expensive coffee, they can be found taking workshops through the San Francisco Creative Writing Institute to hone their abilities. Recent accomplishments include a Brooklyn Poets 2021 Fellowship. They have previously been published in Sixfold Journal and The Sapphic Writers Collective. 

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