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Holy GroundI used to think God was in dust motes.Holy Ground by moonfreak
To me there was nothing more spiritual
than a stripe of sunlight through the window
illuminating the invisible.
Churches were holy places
inspiring my wonder to believe
but it got a little more complicated
when I had to eat the body and drink of his son:
I thought Jesus just turned water into wine,
not the blood of my covenant,
always thicker than the water of my womb.
Aren’t the most important things what you get to choose?
I’ve always been one to look for answers.
I couldn’t settle for predestination—
it must all be answered through meditation!
Travel all the way around the world
just to settle my skepticism.
But karma is only a great concept for the pious,
A little less so for those of us who tripped on a root,
fell down the rabbit hole
and ended up in Wonderland.
It’s hard to make decisions
when there’s smoke clouding your vision
And I’m not sure judgment on the turn of the wheel
is really any differen
Love StoriesLucy, I’m home!Love Stories by moonfreak
Ricky Ricardo enters stage left,
takes off his coat, and embraces his wife.
She looks over his shoulder,
hair curled and eye sparkling.
He’s the love of her life.
Let me tell you a story:
My grandfather was a slicked-back Marine
and my grandmother a golden-haired queen.
When my father was born
his father became a carpenter
so they could build memories with
big Italian gestures and wooden spoons,
Pall Malls between brown fingers,
and red lipstick pressed to cheeks.
It’s been 65 years and they’re still living that dream,
making new memories to replace the ones he’s lost.
He’s still the love of her life.
In another story:
My mother’s mother’s headstone reads Joan V Love.
I’m not sure if the V should stand for
one of her 43 ex-lover’s names or
vengeance for all the wrongs they made.
Rough slaps across the cheek in the middle of the night,
running only to cling to the first man she could find.
Test DriveBecome a perfect driver in 10 hours or less!Test Drive by moonfreak
That is to say, conform to the expectations
set before you at the age of 16,
now one-third of your lifetime ago.
All this for the low, low price of $500
or another refill of Lexapro.
Upon meeting the driving instructor:
Excuse the heart from inside your throat,
the cracks from between your knuckles,
and don’t mention that last night
you had a nightmare
of running a red light right into your own body,
and peeling back your skin to do unscheduled maintenance.
The car rumbles to life under your fingers:
4 cylinders of—after 3 weeks of—
you can name all the parts of the engine—the brain—
understand how they intertwine—
the neural pathways—
but as soon as you put your foot on the—
open your mouth and—
the wrong things always spill out
like leaking antifreeze
poisonous to those who consume it.
Keep an emergency toolkit in your trunk;
get your oil changed every 3000