Whorehouse Prayers
i grew up next to
and worshiped in a whorehouse
called a church
where I raised many a supplication
on bent knees,
though very few were answered
except the prayers I wasn’t holy enough to pray
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2011
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