Sister Baby's Apostalizing Prayer

Being a Verse of a Larger Story

momma did her night
singing chant
like a curse
from old devils
own womb
howl no sound of
fire or earth
water
or birth
no air when she
‘d collapse
spent and wrapped
as a nickel
in a dime’s world
nigh’ long they’d hear
her prowl with the
moon undone
by the grip
her revelating
viced her in
when junior seed
‘d whine
pappy’d pop him
on the ear
hold your tongue
boy hold your
tongue you hear
they’d all lay in
whirled anticipation
to the next chorus
momma’d produce
letters to ephesians
galations all
the blessed apostles
firing off her tongue
while spirit
coiled around
the night
sister baby’d pray
the start the quiet
pray the cease
of oil pepper
and vinegar
in her momma’s throat
pray the right
of the esophageal
wrong, saying
john one
john two
luke three four
or five
cure this bless’d
curse whilst
I’m still
…

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