Miracles

Pretending to pray because it looks better than 

Using my phone in the pews 

I'm only in here because it was cold out there 

A church is always a good place to sit 

Like when little Macauley Culkin goes at the end of the movie

And meets the evil old guy who turns out to be Santa or something

So I pretend to pray for my own evil old guy 

Who will tell me my life 

While his granddaughter sings in the choir 

But my phone lights up because Julia Fox is live on Instagram

And I think about how far I’ve wandered with no food

I leave, 

Thank God, 

And I’m 

Brought back to life by the miracles of a good sandwich

My grandma made the best version of that thing 

If you’re addicted to cigarettes at least there’s always something to do

THE LAND OF THE BLESSED 

THE BLONDE CAMARADERIE 

THE WESTWARD GRAVEL PATH 

THE HALF CIGARETTE 

THE DEVIL-SENT MULLET AND 

THE PURITANICAL PIXIE CUT 

THE BLANK EXPRESSION ON 

THE TIRED-OUT HEART 

THE ASTHMATIC HUFF UP 

THE HILL WHERE 

THE KING BURIED HIS KNIGHTS 

THE TRIUMPH OF 

THE SUN SHINING UPON 

THE GOLDEN FACES OF 

THE BLESSED!

Kat Thanopoulos is the founder of WREATH Literary Collective and has work featured in Charm School Lit Mag, dream boy book club, SPECTRA Poets, and Car Crash Collective.