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Church for Heathens

 

There were days,

Sundays, mostly,

when the only item

on the to-do list

was to climax

at the same time.

 

Sometimes, after,

I would light up

beneath your wrinkled nose

and the scowl already carving

your future face,

and slow drag the smoke

of good intentions.