Reading Rilke on Highway 6 Outside Tillamook

Reading Rilke on Highway 6 Outside Tillamook

Maria, you tell me to love even this

cracked mirror, the whore’s name

gouged into the splintered door. I do.

I bathe my hands in prayer, pink

and lathered: the urinal’s neon green

cake, piss-brown cement, lead pipes

humming Heaven’s name.

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