Friday, July 30, 2021

icebound

 

nothing left but to

break the baby’s hands

 

october and then

november

 

blind paths to christ and back roads

littered with corpses and

then this man i know who divorces

one waitress to marry another

 

who ends up in

a two-room apartment

addicted to self-pity

 

has three children who no

longer speak to him and the

barrel of a gun in his mouth and

we all hold our breaths

waiting for a happy ending

 

we all laugh at the prophets

with their tongues cut out

 

how could they have

not seen this coming?


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