the age of saints

the truth of
the bleeding horse is this

there is no bleeding horse

there is your sister with her
boyfriend’s hands tight around her throat

there are the children

^

what she tells you is
i love him

this and that he has
disappeared again

that a woman calls at least
three times a day asking for him

what she tells you is familiar
and it tastes of pain

^

and this is not the age of saints

the addicts won’t be saved
or even remembered
and she tells you i love him

tells you she has seen the bleeding horse
in the first light of day
stumbling blind towards the interstate

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