TBN
Demolition
I am loved with yeses less words than
tightening eyelids or a psalm
corked with selah from beneath
like boxed wine. The Bible has columns for a reason--
the white space separation, an
untorn curtain. They’d been putting antennas
on churches for years until the complaints
of headaches and seizure symptoms.
I’d have just handed them aspirin and called it
the Charismatic’s final Christian Science solution.
Let’s start a Grand Ole Opry for bad folk by
white dudes in their 20s and live there.
You: head feeling flighty like Peter Pan,
awaiting my bad decision. Me: rolling around
on manured floors, eyes telescoping up to heaven.
“There”: cover of December’s Our Daily Bread,
freckle of a barn behind the snowy chapel. Us: Our Daily Bread
on the nightstand, January 1st dogeared.
You: Let’s keep the fuck-count at two
so this can be PG-13. Me: If we say it three times
maybe we can get Unrated.
You: John Barth and Miranda July
battling over molten lava.
Me: too selectively sincere
for my own fucking good.
Now that
all the world’s
a wrecking ball I
look around
nervously trying
to find
something
to wreck
myself into
Luke Weldon has had writing appear in publications such as PressBoardPress, Eunoia Review, Have U Seen My Whale?, and S/WORD, among others. He edits BROWN GOD and lives near Portland, Oregon.
