In the Gully of Things
In the throat of things,
monotony pulses in every
strand of seeped-through light,
where crumpled-up paper is all
to ease your fall.
In the orange belly of deliverance,
in the blue fantasies of school kids,
now is not a time to relish in,
is something to be transported from,
and your sandals are torn like
a piece of skin.
In the bedroom against the unwashed wall,
in the other rooms where spirits
pace the hardwood floors,
your eyes are dim with death,
and the answering machine is broken.
In the book you read,
in your tight, unclean jeans,
your faith has failed, and you ask
for it back, as the cars going by fill your mind
with a strange, distracting wonder.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “Communicators League” March 2017
Published in “New Mystics” April 2017
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