damned from four onward when i was kicked
out of sunday school for venturing in my
raspy little ragamuffin voice that
animals had souls
spent that whole morning in the courtyard garden
of camellias star jasmine and gardenias
inhaling a floral scented sermon that spared me the
fire and brimstone that i guess only
holy water could quench
when i got a little older i
lit candle after candle with as many quarters as i could
nick from the change jar above the fridge
just to see the dim glow
of cheap candles and hope refracted through
the bottoms up ruby glasses
prayer was cylindrical, answers were angles
hell was conjecture and sin was a seesaw
i lost first comfort then faith but
still feel a stitch of pleasure at the cinnamon swirl of church robes
still feel winded when the choir holds a note
still feel vertigo when i hear a pipe organ
still feel soothed by the mossy scritch of the pews
still feel starry when stained glass saturates the sidewalk
still fear devils and honor angels
Love the sense memories coming to the surface in the last six lines.
ReplyDeleteyes and the paradoxical pairings that highlight the ambivalence of the religious experience "a stitch of pleasure" "winded // hold a note" "soothed / scritch" "devil / angel"
Delete"prayer was cylindrical, answers were angles" going to be thinking about this!
ReplyDeletestill feel starry when stained glass saturates sidewalks... the child's experience of christianity is truly disorienting
ReplyDeleteand I say that in a personal way
Delete^^truly :// <3
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