Our Father

Our Father
Who art,
Are not
In heaven
Not in hell
Not anywhere
Hallow be my words
My kneeled obligations
In a church made from
funeral homes and
Hospital hallways
Thy kingdom come
And thy kingdom leaves
My will is done
My will is cracking
An earthquake of poorly thought-out mornings
My earth is my only heaven
Today, my daily bread is yesterday’s coffee
My yesterday’s bread was a sleepless night
Forgiven trespasses
Not forgotten
Not ever.
Tempting me with listless, lost evenings
Delivered from the best of bad company
To whisper goodnight to my
God-of-the-gaps
The final prayer to dance on my lips.

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