another shot.
doing things my way haven't
been working out
lately.
so i go to church on sunday,
but fall asleep
halfway through the sermon
about feeding the poor
in some country
i've never heard of.
i remember vaguely dreaming
about pancakes before
i clunk my head on the front
pew and knock
myself out.
when i wake up i'm in
the hospital. i see someone
going through
the pockets of my pants
and wallet.
hey, hey. what's up?
it's father flannigan from
St. Ambrose.
you missed the collection my son,
he says.
we had two after you
hit your head.
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