like a chorus of prickly demons.
She leaps from lurid substance to senseless scheme
weaving a manic crescendo of hapless dreams
that fade to disappointment,
as sure as the children on her hips,
creditors at her doorstep,
uninvited wrinkles in the mirror.
Give it all to Jesus!, a pasty man
in the television declares — and she does.
She swallows him down with renewed hope
for a speedy route to salvation,
as she did with countless men,
countless diets, cosmetic surgery,
cigarettes, crack cocaine.
Now, little sister has a mansion in the sky
and the promise of everlasting life.
She mails a gift of faith each month
to a Fort Worth ministry who massage
her frail, desperate heart.
She calls me from Toledo to announce
her passage through this life
is a mere dress rehearsal:
"An audition, Dear Boy, for a starring role
at the feet of the Almighty."
“What about the rent?” I inquire.
"The good Lord will provide."
I send her a check in exchange for prayer
and a pamphlet titled,
Where Will You Spend Eternity?.
She swallows him down with renewed hope
for a speedy route to salvation,
as she did with countless men,
countless diets, cosmetic surgery,
cigarettes, crack cocaine.
Now, little sister has a mansion in the sky
and the promise of everlasting life.
She mails a gift of faith each month
to a Fort Worth ministry who massage
her frail, desperate heart.
She calls me from Toledo to announce
her passage through this life
is a mere dress rehearsal:
"An audition, Dear Boy, for a starring role
at the feet of the Almighty."
“What about the rent?” I inquire.
"The good Lord will provide."
I send her a check in exchange for prayer
and a pamphlet titled,
Where Will You Spend Eternity?.
** First published in Beyond Words International Literary Magazine
** Illustration by Morgane Xenos
