An Old Tale Ends This Way

I kept pulling heaven out of the hat. Three times
and it was written on both sides. I didn’t want
heaven. I didn’t want to go the next day. Didn’t
want to pull it again and get that feeling. Would
rather get Cheyenne, WY or flying ant, what-
ever the kids are writing about these days. I woke
up and adjusted my broken necklace. The man in
my bed was sleeping. The class was polite and
wrote silently for the 1st time. The word he gave
me was helmet. I gave him muliebrity. I gave him
healed worry.

by Lauren Hilger

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