Driving through the quiet north
of a crowded southern swing state,
I pass the sign—
a Virgin Mary, pale as porcelain,
cradling an even paler child.
“Do you think she didn’t have other plans?”
it asks, the bold print righteous,
as if divinity erases doubt.
Below, the punchline:
“She didn’t take the easy way out,
and neither should you.”
A line unmistakably written by a man,
who’s never held a choice
heavy enough to break him.
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