No Vacancy
Lying in my bed, it was only after
Every sound had finished
That I realized the woman was pregnant.
These are hard times for everyone.
What am I suppose to do?
Kick my own mother-in-law out?
It was dark, her breathing was labored, yes.
I figured from travel.
They seem fine now, though.
I can see them in Elijah's
Manger a hundred yards out.
That dirty little hay hole.
I pray they make it through the night.
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