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.

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