Keurig by Jennifer Chushcoff

The new American values
can be measured in glassware
and plastic pill bottles
it can be measured in addictions
and the drive-thru wait
and elastic waistbands
it can be measured in empty
seats in synagogues
and bare wooden pews
in the slippery acceptance
of everything
and the moral compass spinning
as we seek our own true north.

The finite are cursed with
endless appetites
as we bow to masters
of our own making.

I have found the entrance to Hell
and it is within.
I have found the entrance to Heaven
and it is without.

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