there at st.christophers street

there is a st.christopher

h ere is my house
w here i live all alone.
t here is a throne
w here a master sits
a mong a ruin of books knowledge so that
h e forgets the madness.

c hristopher was a saint
t he patron saint of protection
r eflection, peace and love.

there is a saint christophers street
somewhere south of main street
this house i love
this man i adore

h e cannot come to his phone
b ut i won’t leave
a ny desperate voicemails anymore.

dedicative to fuzzy bunny cop
C.W.

by Emily Sturgill (Cato)

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