steak and potatoes

eyes burn

mother passes
the bread
i look around
the table
wondering who
has courage enough
to eat jesus

rain swells in my
belly bathing
guilt in hurried
mouthfuls of

fog escapes
mom’s counterfeit
releasing serrated
blades along the
gravy of his

they are
cowards seeking
sunlight to hide the
saffron spillage of
unsaintly sin

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