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The Napkin

by kurt-philip-behm

God took a vacation when time had run out Rethinking his opus replanning devout His Angels in limbo the devil on leave Heaven a sublet sin now reprieved Faith worn and tattered the bible debunked Crusades a bad memory the Grail marked as junk He orders a cocktail the waitress comes back A napkin — her number salvation highjacked (The New Room: December, 2023)
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