#63 and in her pocket a torn prayer card, a lint-covered breath mint, an unmatched earring and $.73

they say there’s a lot in the sky an expensive farm that you can buy a great gig and a kingdom come with a dice tossing, spiteful king but no train will ever take you there no escalator over the hill at the top of the world you cast no shadow there is where it stops the sky is an empty open womb a barren blue deep inverted bowl we fill it with what we make of it what we put there are hope and lies bhagiti 6.21.07 perrysburg, oh