in my own image

I collect religious objects. I hunt
thrift shops, scout curbs, scavenge back
At this common alter I offer pencil shavings
in an urn half full of unknown
Lead and fingernails track
the prayer rug, constitute my
A few of the trinkets are precious, a couple
rare, but all are
My traveling communion kit’s blood bottle is
There is a natty stain on the felt from the
The missing pieces render my collection

Still, these imperfections summon in my sleep
and from their absent places
their message creaks beneath
the footsteps of my

Chicago Il. April 9th 2013 Napowrimo day 9

© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer

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About vsvevg

Hello, I'm Abby Smith. I started this blog in 2010 to write about the pursuit of a self-sustainable life in rural Mexico. In 2015, my then-husband and I moved to Nicaragua, where we created a successful farm-to-table and in-house charcuterie program for a high-end beach resort. In 2022, with mad butchery and cheese-making skills under my belt, I started a sustainable food systems consulting business. Happily, I also have more time for my first love-- writing about food and the complexities of the simple life.

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