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by

Thomas Michael McDade

On Wednesdays
we weren't
due in class
until ten
so Catholics
in public
school could
have weekly
instruction.
Those mornings
in the project
between the ninety
and hundred blocks
chalk stubs
numbered hopscotch
squares and
jump ropes
raised dust.
But as God was
busy elsewhere
no one thought
about commandments
or death not
even the abortionist
leaning out
her apartment window
dropping cigarette
butts long enough
for boys
to fistfight over.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at dying inside
by: Leah Joyce
from: Half Moon Bay, CA, US

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