i.
The pale man with a fat collar sharpened his teeth to bite
into the pulp of a psalm. I envied him
closer to God and nearly having eaten the microphone.
ii.
Suddenly, the bobbing aisles and shuffling pews cease
to biblical current.
Behind him is a fountainhead of distraction.
The mosaics are rich in blood orange
and specs of sunlight
through stained glass electrify
young churchgoers into a disco scene.
iii.
A Xavier boy is likely to yank the ponytail of the girl in front of him again. His khakis will become an eyesore in an overpopulated neighborhood of plaid skirts. I will find myself searching the room for disruption. And during that time, God will be searching for me.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
i.
The pale man with a fat collar sharpened his teeth to bite
into the pulp of a psalm. I envied him
closer to God and nearly having eaten the microphone.
ii.
Suddenly, the bobbing aisles and shuffling pews cease
to biblical current.
Behind him is a fountainhead of distraction.
The mosaics are rich in blood orange
and specs of sunlight
through stained glass electrify
young churchgoers into a disco scene.
iii.
A Xavier boy is likely to yank the ponytail of the girl in front of him again. His khakis will become an eyesore in an overpopulated neighborhood of plaid skirts. I will find myself searching the room for disruption. And during that time, God will be searching for me.
