the blueberries are good for
January, I'll admit
piled on your plate watching
with baited breath pancakes
as a form of prayer
I did drag you out of bed for this mass
didn't I
as if scrambled eggs
could make any difference
I am wrong to mock breakfast
as salvation on this morning
of the third day you
rose again proclaimed the gospel
I remember there is warmth in the world
asking
again this time not
for another plate of communion
but for methadone.
I would have brought you the moon if you had asked.
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