From the Black Coat To God
from the Black coat to God
brushing my coat
get the dog hairs and lint
trapped in a rough brush
long firm strokes across the shoulders
down the back
there is a flap
like an old trench coat
stitched shut
why
it was meant to fly open freely
allow me to run
and why
did god give us mouths
then sew them shut with religion
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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