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O (Holy) Father MAG
June 11, 2011
I frown at the bloody little bone under my pillow
Because
That stuffy cigarette smoke-filled night,
The tooth fairy forgot to visit,
And God began to die.
At dawn I heard His feet stick to the linoleum kitchen floor.
The chapped sound of a sticking cupboard.
Something shatters.
“Goddamn.”
I called to God
But He didn't answer.
So I prayed for Him
But God was dying.
And if God is dead He is dead.
And the logic makes the little empty space in my gum pulse uncomfortably.
© Lauren S., Sykesville, MD
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