After years of abusing your body,
spending all your income
on anything to fill the emptiness,
that space whose rent you paid
to live in your house, you were broke.
Then you found Christ lying in the street
like a penny you spit on to wipe off
with the sleeve of your tattered sweater,
and you clutched it like a miracle,
digging your long, unabridged nails
into the palm of your hand.
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