A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine

Fits in the palm like a talisman

of porcelain, painted virgin blue

and holier than I could ever be.

Tell me I will not die with you

in my hand, warmed by my heat.

Tell me you will not fall away

as I fall away from the blue

blessed sky that soars impossibly.


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