Thin lines holding up the shoulders,
snapping, disappearing,
like idle thoughts lost, shivering
in the cold, in mindless speaking,
rambling, huddles
of letters falling
in some random numerical order
but far from technical, secular sorts,
the uppercase being a national hero
for all the apostrophes
making them stand with motionless singularity -
an apostle,
because God can’t live alone.
Author notes
Quick write while in class instead of taking notes but trying to look busy to be left alone.
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