inspired by Rach
I was a church-goin' girl.
Wednesday night and twice on Sunday
was pious enough for most.
I was a Saturday church girl.
Screamin' and throwin' things
made the quiet a balm.
I was a Tuesday mornin' pulpit girl.
Dragging a chair to see over.
Delivering a sermon to the dust motes.
I was a Thursday afternoon under the pew girl.
Old tile cool to the face, imagining the legs and feet,
wandering in my mind.
I was a summer day altar girl.
Do this in remembrance of the intended you
and for who you will become.