Enough With the Miracles

I don’t seek them
they just fall out
like when that girl
ran through here
and her right breast
popped out of her shirt
like manna from heaven
for this grade-school boy
who stayed up all night
believing in Christ
until the left one
appeared above his bed
like a rosy pupil
ogling him in the darkness
making him swear not
to waste his time praying
for miracles anymore.