daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
April 13, 2010
#385 fraction and commingling
the party next-door in the hall next to this church
makes the sermon-goers feel jealous
and the drinkers feel like high-school kids again
but for one
a partier who feels all guilt and no pleasure
she stays with her friends
dripping herself in guilt
betraying her Father
betraying her father
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