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 thebarrel 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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