I Found God
I found God in a Baptist Church
in Milwaukee.
Faith, small hands and
scratched bibles.
Warm cookies.
The delicate and the children.
Their names in coded
words on the skin under
my arms. .
Dedicate: the
day to the great E. Perience.
There is a new Age
coming.
I smoke a cigarette.
God arrived in fancy clothes.
Women dressed, frown.
Still voices in the
Wilderness
Witness the Beloved
baptism of perfumed
sinners
I smoked for them all.
My fee for being previously
Apostate.
Caroline Shank
Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 8:13 PM UTC
I Found God
I found God in a Baptist Church
in Milwaukee.
Faith, small hands and
scratched bibles.
Warm cookies.
The delicate and the children.
Their names in coded
words on the skin under
my arms. .
Dedicate: the
day to the great E. Perience.
There is a new Age
coming.
I smoke a cigarette.
God arrived in fancy clothes.
Women dressed, frown.
Still voices in the
Wilderness
Witness the Beloved
baptism of perfumed
sinners
I smoked for them all.
My fee for being previously
Apostate.
Caroline Shank
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