The Meeting Last Night She has a scar over one eye
that can see through doors.
Once she almost starved to death
but found some bread in the trash and ate around
“God loves those whose hearts are sincere,”
she said after describing her latest incident with a
crack pipe and the wrong corner
and the wrong colored life.
I rubbed my sternum
and remembered all those men
who fought with gold cornucopias of aliment
to save mine.
It's Friday night.
I'm full of white guilt
and listening to the cracks in church
break apart the ones I hold so closely
in my heart.