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SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxxix
time & time again
the car died. you pulled over
to the side of a road you must've ridden
a hundred times before, into the sickened sun
you autographed the ozone, the metal bag
of bones from spoiled coast to rotten coast
you hummed like the feet of vast retreating armies
and held me tight as a grave
as the world gave way beneath us
you were the one thing i could trust
& then you died,
and i knew suddenly that it was a lie
all that stuff about seeking and you shall find
all that stuff about ask and the lord shall provide
whatever in his hands he once might've had to offer
fell through those red holes long ago into the coffers
you are a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - iowa city, iowa, u.s.a.