February 2022 – Porridge

ONE POEM — Matthew Moniz

But Jesus never saved the birds. A bird
has never sinned. They have no need for grace,
salvation, guilt, contrition, holy words,

I walk along the beach; I find a bad thing so beautiful
That now it’s a good thing

But Krakow, why am I in Krakow looking for size eight shoes
following a strolling man with a hand-shaped dent in his hat?

sharp as a thorn.
I held on
to whatever

it had been
at the start of existence,
a stem cell