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Apr 13, 2018 · 1 min read

Poem by Couri Johnson

wenty-two dead dogs dumped
along the county line,
Sister Jerome’s one hundredth
birthday party.
The sun gets in our eyes, wet fur
overrides the taste of sugar cake.
I’ve never been religious
until now,
I tell her. She tells me she’s reversed.
The longer you live, the harder
it is to find God.
We shade our eyes and watch the road,
but no one is coming.

Couri Johnson is an American ex-pat living in Japan. She graduated from the North Eastern Ohio Master of Fine Arts program and currently has a chapbook out with Dancing Girl Press.

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