November 30, 2017

The year I am Mary

in the Christmas pageant, I blush,

      soundless next to my Joseph.

Our baby Jesus, wide unblinking eyes

edged with stiff lashes, reaches a plastic

arm to the ceiling, his mouth gaped

near my chest. My only line:

      Is there room for us at th...

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