Jesus is coming.
Duck behind the ditch like a killer.
You don’t need reminding of your sins,
Mothers are for that, each wrong, a thriller.
Jesus is coming.
Hide your Bible,
where you’ve underlined the dirty parts,
and hope you won’t be liable.
Jesus is coming.
Get a cross for good luck.
He is pointing at my desk and saying,
“You may bob or weave, but with me you are stuck.”
Author Bio:
Amanda Tumminaro lives in the U.S. She is a poet and short story writer and her work has been featured in Thrice Fiction, Jokes Review and Stickman Review, among others. Her first poetry chapbook, “The Flying Onion,” is available now by The Paragon Press.
Duck behind the ditch like a killer.
You don’t need reminding of your sins,
Mothers are for that, each wrong, a thriller.
Jesus is coming.
Hide your Bible,
where you’ve underlined the dirty parts,
and hope you won’t be liable.
Jesus is coming.
Get a cross for good luck.
He is pointing at my desk and saying,
“You may bob or weave, but with me you are stuck.”
Author Bio:
Amanda Tumminaro lives in the U.S. She is a poet and short story writer and her work has been featured in Thrice Fiction, Jokes Review and Stickman Review, among others. Her first poetry chapbook, “The Flying Onion,” is available now by The Paragon Press.
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