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Intruders

written by: Mickey Kulp

@mickey_kulp

 

We read in a circle.
The Haitian immigrant
And the white southern preacher
Read about hungry times
And desperate times.
Soft French voice almost a whisper, 
Like shadows on a bare wall,
Strong voice that flung forgiveness
From the pulpit. 
We are intruders here.
We listen. We nod like we get it.
We imagine craving cheese
And burning clothes tainted
With scarlet fever.
We nod some more.

Mickey Kulp

Mickey Kulp

Mick is a writer and father of two mostly grown children who have survived his shenanigans through smarts they inherited from their mother.

His creative nonfiction, fiction, and poetry have appeared in numerous consumer magazines, newspapers, and literary journals. His first book, Random Stones: A book of poetry, was published in 2016.
Mickey Kulp

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