Thursday, October 23, 2008

You're Nonexistant, Just Like Jesus

Nancy spent her entire life worrying
about whether or not Jesus loved her.
Her entire implying an ending of sorts.
At night she would get down on her knees
—she put down carpet for this purpose—
and pray for his divine love, until she was left
with red imprints on her knees and her arms felt weak
from clasping her hands together.

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