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He is in the niche across from the painting
that says I want to be stolen and sold
for firewood. She rests in the pew
and scratches love letters in the shellac.
Several have found the pain of kneeling
calming in the presence of desire, gold-plated
and on sale in the gift shop. One is leaving
the empty confessional and cannot accept mercy.
I see others running toward the lawn,
cutting their toes on the mower blade.
They scrape the fence and seek balm
to salve the sting. Many choose
to string beads and mark thoughts
to fingerings that float from light
to sorrow to joy, uncertain where each begins
or how to stop this revolve inside ourselves.