You know as well as I
there is nothing more
than a piano between us.
So please rest your head
gently against my hip before
the moon burns a hole in my pocket.
If you close your eyes
perhaps you will see what I
did this morning at breakfast.
When I poured maple syrup
over a piece of French toast
it settled into a portrait of Christ.
Before I go any further you should
know this about me: I am
the kind of man who does not
believe in much of anything.
Now you will not be surprised
when I tell you what happened
next. I cut into it with my fork
and ate, just to feel what it is like
to chew on redemption.
by Kevin Pilkington
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