Monday Night Dive Bar

entourage of one
he sings a karaoke Hallelujah 

a Monday night mass
a church under new denomination 

faith gave me up
over a decade ago

but the rituals beg
to be remembered 

the body of Christ 
as overpriced Pringles 

grape juice blood
as pickle-pear shots 

this fraternity of broken 
singing to fill the neon lit vault

another COVID death pings 
ain't it shocking what love can do

we swallow this virtue of suffering 
wrap up against the sobering cold 

stumble back up the one-way 
repeating a Gospel no one believes 

Published by Caleb Ferganchick

Caleb Ferganchick is a rural queer, slam poet activist, and author of Poetry Heels (2018). His work has been featured and published by the South Broadway Ghost Society (2020), "Slam Ur Ex ((the podcast))" (2020), and the Colorado Mesa University Literary Review. He organizes the annual "Slamming Bricks" poetry slam competition in honor of the 1969 Stonewall Riots and coaches high school speech and debate. An aspiring professional SUP surfer, he also dreams of establishing a queer commune with a river otter rescue and falconry. He lives in Grand Junction, Colorado.

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