Nile Coy
Nile Coy
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

Sin

She is beautiful

Her body a canvas

Painful art needled in

Under her freckled ginger skin

She is reverent

Sacraments of coffee dispensed

Clouds of smoke

Carry prayers up to the sky

She is loving

Unlucky though in love

The curse of the broken picker.

She is blessed

Not knocked up by skinny peckers

Of skinny car salesmen

With skinny moustaches

Her tubes tied

The chapter closed

Her legs open

I won’t say what else she is,

But I’ll say something

That says it.

None of her children

Under her roof

Her oldest was baptised

As a latter day saint

A church that makes it a sin

To get tattoos

To smoke cigarettes

To drink coffee.

A church where women go to hell

If they can’t find a good man,

And it doesn’t surprise me

That I’m not the only one

Who wants to get as far

The hell away from her

As is humanly possible.

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