By Katherine Gotthardt
Maybe you’re supposed to
detach
from life’s thick ooze
in order to recover.
Is that what I’m doing?
I don’t feel saved.
Don’t pray for me.
Don’t bother.
Put your prayers
on a train,
hope for enough fuel.
Because that’s the last
thing we need.
Another wreck.
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See this poem live at Storyteller Tattoo starting August 10, 2019.
