Life in a glass house

Ain’t       no poetry ever made a body wide open
made     a body bulletproof
made        a bullet fly
made     a hollow point
made        a stain impossible to get out
made     your sin against God bright red &
visible     on the cold linoleum floor
made     a noise unforgettable
made                                           the *cick* *bang*
sound     that rings around in your  ears now
made      itself too holy for the walk home
made   a song loud enough to drown out screaming mothers
made        your hands, slick with sugar, reach for a church steeple
made   you tear it down
made        new promises from the ruins & then watch
you smile

until this one


Day 5 of 30


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