Week Five
Still holding out.
Supposed to be hot today.
There is no human explanation
Why I’m still standing,
Though that is always true
And it is only my hubris
Taking long hours to make the knowledge conscious.
Somewhere in me I’ve always known it,
Even before I prayed I would be good forever
If only God would save us
When me and Frankie hid under the bed springs
And Trixie’s paws clicked off the abandon linoleum
While Old Pete urged her to find us.
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