I've broken all ten, to be sure
at least tried
Reverend Angel
can you see me?
I would hide my shoes
pretending them lost
There were egg cartons on the back wall
much, as on Hee-Haw
Pretty, pretty little white church
45 minute altar calls
Just As I Am
Without One Plea
Benches of wood
felt of hard cold steel
Winter-spring
summer-fall
It burned to the ground
I
Was nowhere
near there
That summer
night
1968
July 13
3:14 a.m.
Sunday Mourning
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