She perches
a bird on a
spindly winter branch
her pious breast
puffed up with
self
and
righteousness
she builds her nest of
pillows and
lap blankets -
afghans of granny
squares like a motley
jumble of feathers
the shredded remains of
a circus clown
rising from her army green
Crocs (R) to her
poly-chiffon hanky
a mantilla of lies to
her
self
and she nestles down on
her egg of wine and host and
judgment
weaving into the walls of her
nest her prayers for the
unfortunate for the
unbelieving for the
undisciplined for the
flaw of being
less holy and less wholly
the child of
Big G God
she knows she is
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
She perches
a bird on a
spindly winter branch
her pious breast
puffed up with
self
and
righteousness
she builds her nest of
pillows and
lap blankets -
afghans of granny
squares like a motley
jumble of feathers
the shredded remains of
a circus clown
rising from her army green
Crocs (R) to her
poly-chiffon hanky
a mantilla of lies to
her
self
and she nestles down on
her egg of wine and host and
judgment
weaving into the walls of her
nest her prayers for the
unfortunate for the
unbelieving for the
undisciplined for the
flaw of being
less holy and less wholly
the child of
Big G God
she knows she is