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Another Evening Spent by Louis Faber

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  • Apr 11, 2021
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I wonder if there are priests

sitting on beds drinking Diet Coke

and contemplating the meaning

of heaven, of sex,

of indigestion from a burger

and fries with onions

in a bar, the angels

covering their ears from the din

of four pool tables,

of slipping on the spilled Red Rock

while outside the traffic thins

and the neon blinks

its message to the gods.


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Lou Faber’s work has previously appeared in Alchemy Spoon (UK), Atlanta Review, The Poet (UK), Arena Magazine (Australia), Rattle, Eureka Literary Magazine, Borderlands: the Texas Poetry Review, Midnight Mind, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, The Amethyst Review, Afterthoughts, The South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

 
 
 

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