Of Manna and God
To let go of the addiction
eating away at my cupboards.
To sing tra-la-la in the face
of fate and fall at the feet
of the unknown is what
my blood calls for, is the
rock I must throw and is the
river to sink it in.
To bury the book in the cellar,
to take my number off the list
and crack a nut on the hardwood floor
is my chance for renewal,
is my stage of internal strife, where
two voices argue of opposing faiths,
and all the while my house is burning.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Novelmasters” May 2017
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