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Monday, Dec. 16, 2013

Mother Crushing on God

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He must feel lonely, sometimes.
Making all those decisions.
Listening to all the small
gods’ squabbles. Sometimes you’d like
to say you understand what
he’s going through—the lack of
interest, the rejection,
the ingratitude. Think of
the ten lepers. All of them
healed and only one said thanks.
Or the mess—leaving every
thing perfect, then you turn your
back and like that—it’s a dump.

 

 

 

 

 

Wendy Vardaman wendyvardaman.com) is the author of Obstructed View (Fireweed Press), co-editor of   Echolocations, Poets Map Madison, co-editor/webmaster of Verse Wisconsinversewisconsin.org), and co-founder/co-editor of Cowfeather Press  cowfeatherpress.org). She is one of Madison, Wisconsin's two Poets Laureate (2012-2015).