Prophecy

November 13, 2011 Leave a comment Go to comments

You’ll be coming off three days on the night shift
when you realize there was no sugar
in the bottom of the cup, no bottom
of the cup for that matter. Sometime
after your last 12-step meeting
you’ll know you’ll always walk wounded,
limp home. Those wounds in your hands
won’t heal; they’ll be a sign to all,
especially you. You’ll walk around clean,
feeling the hole in your own side,
wondering if this was the glorious
resurrection promised.

published around 2005 in the now defunct web journal, The New Pantagruel

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  1. November 13, 2011 at 5:36 pm

    why is it that everyone comes out of a twelve step meeting limping? must be the seats

  2. November 13, 2011 at 5:51 pm

    oo nice spiritual imagery…being ones own god can come with some nasty side affects…smiles.

  3. November 13, 2011 at 7:36 pm

    Brian – interesting. I agree with you, but I never thought about it exactly that way, and I wrote the darn thing… 🙂

  4. November 14, 2011 at 11:50 am

    There’s always a price to pay — good choice of metaphor! Very well done!

  5. April 11, 2012 at 10:00 pm

    You remind me of a jivey Nick Flynn, with humor

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