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Date Posted: 17:23:59 04/02/02 Tue
Author: Porthos
Subject: Easter at Epiphany Lutheran Church

Easter at Epiphany Lutheran Church

Flowers sit in front of the alter
Like brightly dressed third graders,
Back when we all dressed in primary
Colors. The organ plays, notes like
A grating detective’s voice accusing
Me in the interrogation room of a pew.
Dad sits to the left, dad singing hard
As usual, praising God until his
Brow crumples and his eyes
Begin to flee their sockets.

My father sits in his hotel room,
Neon lights flashing through
The drawn curtains because
Nine-year-olds grow up and
Shed their color wheel clothing,
Grow up and move to Las Vegas.
And so father sits with a dirty
Sheet over his crotch like
A Band-Aid hastily placed
Over a broken scab. Janet
Lays there, panting softly like
A puppy during a sticky Kansas
Summer. Father looks at her
And thinks how her breasts
Are much smaller than
Linda’s, the woman
He brought to us as
A backup mother
But nine years ago.

Pastor McGregor approaches
The pulpit and begins his
Easter sermon, words shooting
From his six-shooter of a mouth:
“God is bigger than your problems”
And my father’s face twists,
Cheeks rising and becoming taught
Like animal skins pulled tight
For the tanning process.
His lower lip quivers
And I feel sick in my gut
As I see my father,
The man who took me
Camping, the man who
Taught me to appreciate
Fine wine, as I see him
Achieve his orgasm
In his latest out of
Wedlock fuck.

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