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 Hills: The San Francisco State University Review (14.1).