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God, God
Fleda Brown
We dressed for church. I had a white hat
and white gloves when I was fifteen, no joke.
You had to do that to show God you cared.
God's eyes were stained glass, and his voice
father chewed his tongue and threatened to run
out the door but didn't for my mother's sake,
and she swallowed her fate, this marriage,
damaged brother lurched(倾斜,蹒跚) around the church
nursery, and my sweeter sister watched me
with huge brown eyes to see what I'd do next.
My God, why did I turn my eyes upward when
we were all there, then, in the flesh? I am so
sorry about God, sorry we fastened that word
to the sky. God's not even legal in Hebrew.
consonants6 of your lips, it can carry you
dangerously up like a balloon over what you'd
give anything to be in the middle of, now.
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