Betty Ann Gershkoff

B e t t y  A n n  G e r s h k o f f

2:29 a.m.

I have been

baptized

into

the Church

of Perpetual Insomnia

where

the preacher

gesticulates

aWKwardly

with elbows and

knees but never says a

word,

the choir barks like a pack of dogs,

and when the plate is passed,

I stare into it

searching for darkness.

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