Sunday, April 24, 2011

21/30: Religion

The only revival I've ever known
is the rising river
and the standing still.
Breathing in moist air
seven thousand miles away -
soaking up the rain near
a church on a monday night after
too many whiskeys.

The only revelation I've ever known
involved my breasts and tight jeans
during summer months. Also, wearing
my hair in a high pony tail.

The only comfort I've ever known
is, after fucking up daily
and hurting one million times more
than I ever thought imaginable,
laying in the bed at night,
listening to my husband breathe.

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