His kitchen is cluttered with casseroles made by fine Christian women he calls me when he needs the sound of another voice I chatter to fill the silence, words he won’t remember tripping out of my mouth I wonder what comfort I can give the devout at a time like this she believed and believed and believed through disappo…
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