I can’t entirely say where this poem came from. It was actually Lent, and I was quite literally losing touch with reality. The ending—praying while kneeling on thistle, turkeys mobbing me as they grazed—really happened in the middle of a class I was teaching (we were all outside working on a creative writing prompt, nobody was abandoned for a religious …
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