Darkness Is a Blanket

Driving past neighborhoods at night is sobering
All the tiny bodies wrapped in their dreams
All the husbands on couches
Their wives didn’t like the truth
And I pass it all
Alone
With but God in the sky

-Anna Bowersox

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