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The Hopeless Case


A mother

left crying

alone in her pew 

 

Begging the Lord

for a miracle

new …

 

The only thing

he was good at

was being bad

 

Bus stations 

train stations

corn maidens in drag

 

He came and he went

with the most

discordant rhyme

 

His sins 

left uncounted

but marking the time

 

In Akron Ohio

his grifting

unwrapped 

 

Those roads

in New Mexico

calling him back

 

The lights

and the sirens

again on their way

 

His thumb

in the wind

— Saint Jude in dismay

 

(The Breezeway: January, 2024)

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