The Pious

The Pious
By Jarod K. Anderson

What Mary said was incidental
the real story tasted like sweat
and wheezed from damp straw
crushed by a once blue dress.

Remember the divine obscenity—

that shits life on transient sand
and with your own gorgeous hands
searching the ground for a meal
heaps the dust into blessings.

Originally published in Fourteen HillsThe San Francisco State University Review (14.1).

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