on a gum wrapper in church

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"it's a beautiful thing to see your nonna pray..." ...the words i make when i'm drunk are beautiful too, even if i never remember them when the stupor wears off. i would love to tell the world about them, write them on the inside of empty cigarette boxes because there's no paper in my purse-- but i don't smoke enough to do anything so glamorous, sitting in a coffee shop, fingers in my dirty, tangles hair, scribbling away on a box and throwing it in the street to be adored by a homeless poet.