On cold nights,
she drinks whiskey
in church parking lots
long after the faithful
have left.
She falls to her knees,
raises her face to the night,
and watches
petite puffs of breath
carry her requests
for forgiveness
beyond the streetlights
to whatever gods
she drinks whiskey
in church parking lots
long after the faithful
have left.
She falls to her knees,
raises her face to the night,
and watches
petite puffs of breath
carry her requests
for forgiveness
beyond the streetlights
to whatever gods
they may find.
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