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Driving Money



The belly of Jonah
like a fish under water rushes for air below
so too does a girl running the wrong way
Oh, Abba save this prodigal.
From diving to deep.
Into delusion
And misfortune.

Can you have some money for me
when I get home?
Some cash or gold
Jewelry or stone.
Father, did you drive me to this pigpen
Or did I go it alone?

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