Kristin Garth is the author of seventeen books of poetry including Flutter Southern Gothic Fever Dream, The Meadow and Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir. She is the Dollhouse Architect of Pink Plastic House a tiny journal and has a weekly sonnet podcast called Kristin Whispers Sonnets. Visit her site Kristingarth.com and talk to her on Twitter @lolaandjoli
Our Father, Who Art In Heaven,
Hallowed Be Thy Name
Supposition — serpent, even though
young palms are pressed in prayer, hisses viewed
illicitly/whispers on a woolen square; you know
its provenance is worship. You
never practiced it before — virgin knees,
theocracies, sinner at the door. Strew
woven bargain antiquities on these
frigid blanched floorboards. The coldest room in
this house you offered to the Lord or his
adolescent resurrector — a Wisconsin
appropriated ward prays for your prosthesis,
infant replacement, squishy silicone.
Our father in this house, leave this one alone.