My neighbor fell in with the Baptists
her soul licked clean by Jesus
three feet deep in the Callahan River
With a thorough step
she walks between the lines
of her day glow bible
leaves her driveway and stands
on the corner, averts her eyes
for the laying on of hands?
the filling of the body?
carved into her bones
and begins
prophesying in tongues
incomprehensible
rat-a-tat-tat
I pity her
that she longer no hungers why
the sun rises, falls
what the stars
whisper to the moon
I close my window blinds
But for the grace of God
there I go
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