The lights are always on
in the room of escape & leisure.
If you're passing by, you might mistake it
for the dim glow of a falling miracle.
On its wall, a woman with her baby
and goat sit still on their knees
looking up towards the sky
painted in watercolors. They pray
in a cracked moment, as a spaceship
flies fired into freedom. A prayer
for modernity without the wet eyes
of a naive monk.
Even on the far corner, there are rosaries
hung for urgent use. In the room
of escape & leisure, there is no God
but there are believers– 6 shelves,
3 stands, & 4 stacks of butterflies
roaming around. Careful not to dance
too heavy, the landlord will put
the miracle to flames.
* Published in FENCE magazine
