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Issue 19, Poesía | September 2016

     

Upon the Discovery of the Existence of Another Golden Calf

This is how God must have felt
looking down at His people dancing around the golden calf
when they thought His back was turned, surreptitiously kissing
fist-sized idols shoved deep in their pockets
when they thought He wasn’t looking
whispering heresy in one anothers ears
lies about other true gods that were nicer and better than Him
when they thought He couldn’t hear.

Myself, I am a maelstrom of anger and defeat
hands full of hotel receipts gathered from pockets
detailing lunch dates spent beneath cheap sheets
a second cell phone full of phone numbers I don’t recognize
matchbooks from nightclubs I’ve only seen advertised on TV.
I long to storm and gnash and wreak tidal vengeance
on all of these things that have separated him from me
blind him into submissions, into acceptance, but I
know that this is not the way to bring someone back to Love.
this hopelessness, this defeat, this slow burning of love letters
from a stranger somehow better than me
Upon the Discovery of the Existence of Another Golden Calf