“This is a God-forsaken place”
she said ruefully, with a sigh
“Not forsaken” I said, shaking my
head in stubborn disagreement
“more misplaced” patting all my
pockets in mime,“like God when
He can’t find his reading glasses”.

WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker
“This is a God-forsaken place”
she said ruefully, with a sigh
“Not forsaken” I said, shaking my
head in stubborn disagreement
“more misplaced” patting all my
pockets in mime,“like God when
He can’t find his reading glasses”.