Tuesday, December 13, 2005

It's an old problem, I suppose, and if
I substitute a few words, like "church" for Internet,
and "crier" for blogroll, I might know what to do and not
feel this phantom tingling where my faith used to be
when you write that the doctors don't know what to do
and your comment thread fills with people saying
"we're praying for you"
and I'm haunted by the people I never prayed for,
the palls I've born, and funeral food I've eaten,
and in the end I sub it out, send an email
to my mother's church, where they know what to do
when they run out of options,
and I go downstairs,
pick up my grandfather's tools,
and try again to build a bench.

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