sweaty
tobacco
kentucky august
on
ellison ridge
sunday
pot luck salvation
pilot baptist church
stick and paper
church fans
depicting
abraham
slaying
isaac
blow
preacher’s words
through
stained glass
stained minds
i am five
maybe less
daddy just got saved
but will get lost in a canadian mist
i play possum
upon the
ancient
wooden
creaky pew
sunday dress supine
eyes
climbing the rafters
looking to escape
to anywhere but here
the woods behind the house
or the cornfield
and mom’s wrap around green skirt
as the ovine stand
and sing
what a day that will be
when my jesus
i shall see
when i look into his face
the one who saved me by his grace
and when he takes
me by the hand
and leads me to that
promised land
oh what a day
glorious day
that will be
primary
imprints
my skull
my brain
my soul
they were not
yours to
give to jesus
when i feel
lost again
shivering
in waxy
black closets
i wish for this moment
to be numb
naive
new
a happy
sweat covered
sleepy
day dreaming
sacrificial
little lamb
of
god