Caroline Shank Jul 2024
A Prayer
I guess this is me trying to fight for what I want and believe in. Me trying to seek my own personal happiness and closure in the midst of this madness I find myself. Karma truly is a b*tch (apologies for my language)

Whatever your decision is I shall respect it but do not keep the idea that I am out to hurt you. You have done me no wrong


Merciful God, Encore

Take away the sins of my soul…

Relieve me from the insolence of
Believing.  Place Your hand
above me.

Reiterate in me the determination
of eons.
Of the stars out tonight.
Romance is slow dance.
Songs
written
for women.

Moneyed men with sorry erections
pay for love in the outreaches
of their lives.

Women strum the
great sticks of unrepentance.
It is the Machine of time's
Purpose to
Let It Be…

Forcefields of recumbent
*** shrug off love.

Nettles of poetry pierce the
blank verse sold to lonely
old women who Know.

It is in the thickness of my thumb,
the unholy tool of the cellular
memory of the Child.

Give me oh Lord a sentence
to repeat.
A Mantra to quash the

Memory


Caroline Shank
7.27.24