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
The final prayer to dance on my lips.

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