My town has given up
on God and Love,
in that order.
The shelves at the thrift
store are filled with lost
affection, lost inspiration.
Their pockets fill deep
with trinkets and baubles
worn with the age of many owners
and they believe it will mask
despair in the face of a failing
community. We covet false
promises like gold in my town.
Aleathia Drehmer 2009
Published in Alligator Stew (print) 12/09
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