Fooling God
On Easter morning
she turned to me
her lipstick all worn off
saying
"don't forget your penance"
I did not
go to confession
because the redemption seemed too easy
I let my sins get lost
in darkness
as I waited patiently
for the living-room carpet to fly
"whats gotten into you, Mary"
she asked every fourth hour
but her eyes came from a photograph
and her dress was written
I was not
I was real
I feared they would know
I feared they would fit me in a frame on the mantle as well
and dust me off
while I was still breathing
like her
I kissed her forehead of glass
every morning
knowing it was only her smile frozen in time
her blood still running warm
through the ornamented frame
then I said my penance
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-07 at 12:57
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