If I take my bra off fast enough
Maybe you won’t see the water bugs in the bathtub
You won’t hear the neighbors whisper/yelling about The End
You won’t see the stain in the carpet I swear was already there
The missing chip of paint where I placed Too Much Faith
In a store brand command strip to hold me up
Like Jesus on a new cross in a burning church
Whose ceiling chain hooks sway in the smoke
Will He stay up?
Will we?

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Yaritza Quintero is a writer based in the Central Valley in California. Her works can be found in Mosaic Art & Literary Journal and Papeachu Press. She can be found on social media: @yaritzaistired.