he has a bad habit
he stole it from a nun
23 years ago
well, she never used it anyway
and to him it feels
like the fibers of cloth
in the belly of a moth
the sinking feeling
that perhaps he did
something wrong
at some point
so he's just waiting
for the finger to point his way
but he hasn't seen it yet
through the bottom of his glass
for that's how he views
a lot of his life
through the bottom of his glass
as the drowning feels better
than the sinking
well, he lives in a desert anyway
and the phone hasn't rang
with a nun on the other end
asking for her habit back
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