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The Last Supper

This is the closest to
religion I will
ever get.
No crosses to bear on
my bare back,
no praying toward
some far off pillar
I can’t remember the name
of,
no reading scriptures
to a room full of my relatives
who are just there
for the after party.
No,
just this vinyl
spinning on my player
in the twilight hours
just before dawn.

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