I drive by the old church.
it's crowded as usual. the cop car
is out there with his party lights spinning
blue,
he's bundled in the cold
directing cars into the lot
where Christmas trees are sold,
it wasn't that long ago that I was
in there too,
kneeling, praying, trying to coerce
God into doing
the impossible.
she was there as well, phone in her
hand, the burden of guilt and shame
bending her over,
praying for what, I have no
idea. even God
must have been confused,
but in a way, maybe both our prayers
were answered. at least mine was.
set free from a life of pain,
once knowing the truth.
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