Justin Carter



The rust haloed

the gas tank.


Dusty, this town

& all the trucks


that pile up

in the junkyard.


What's morning

& what does it say


about mourning?

How much sun


can the sky take

before it gives up?


This isn't prayer.

How do you kneel


for anything other

than selfishness?


Justin Carter's poems appear in The Collagist, cream city review, The Journal, Redivider, & Sonora Review.

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