Gran Gets Religion

 

 

The night that gran drank her perm money

she came down when everyone else was in bed

and laid her arms along the kitchen counter,

to feel the coolness, she said,

like a marble altar.

 

She had often thought during mass

of what it would be like

to lie flat on the altar,

naked to the Lord,

nothing between them but a nave of saints

that would shatter in mosaic when he came.

 

And why the surprise? she said.

Are you not of me as much

when you move your lover in your bed

as when looking back

you make of this night

my permanent wave?

 

 

 

 

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