October 16th, 2011 / 11:00 am
Sunday Service

Sunday Service: Leanna Petronella Poem

Promises, Promises

Let’s only bless each other
Said the mad priest to his cross
The cross chuckled
And jumped to the ground
The priest watched it hop away
The priest sighed
And drearily married his left foot
To his right

And we must never be honest with each other
Vowed a man to his wife
She took away her veil
And planted flowers in her moles as he stared
It is for the best, she agreed
Applying warts to his teeth

What can we do
I asked my body
We can twist your skull
Into star metal
But besides that

I want to sing all the songs
The man said to his coffin
The coffin opened and closed
And offered a steady beat

Leanna Petronella is a Michener Fellow in the University of Texas’s MFA program. Her poetry has appeared in Cutbank, La Petite Zine, and Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review.

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