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Aggressively trying to convince people to watch Ghost Whisperer because I'm telling you Jim is the TV husband of all time 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
“Theology,” Beth Gordon
You were baptized in the river, your robe bleached white as original sin. I wore black patent leather
shoes and memorized the books of the Bible more than others and was rewarded with a ten
commandments charm bracelet of copper covered with fake gold. You don’t want me
to say God damnit. You believe in the fire of lake, River Styx and unnamed dead reaching
their skeletal arms to tip over the boat. We open a bottle of wine and I say I once knew how to walk on water
but forgot the trick when I floated down a tunnel into the light, arrived in this mortal coil, my skin
and organs too tight, doing my best to breathe oxygen, acclimate to Earth’s gravitational pull.
I love talking heaven and hell with you, the difference between people who collect hair and those who eat their own fingernails like unleavened bread.
beth gordon @ select
Conversations with JD
You hear voices in your head, I say, you write them down and read them out loud. Now the voices are in my head. All your people like an off-Broadway play on steroids. A revival tent preacher inciting our vices. Then there’s the food, real and imagined. Your rosemary poached eggs and pigs feet simmered in Louisiana hot sauce. You ask me about appetizers at my company Christmas party and I mumble something about apple fritters and raw pale shrimp on crackers. I was gathering new voices for our collection and forgot about the food. I wanted to savor the language caressing my ear like a thousand confessions haunting the barren rooms of an ancient convent but you remind me to eat the blackberry cucumber cheese cake and do shots of bourbon cream. But the voices, I say, the unrequited hopes of one thousand cloistered nuns. Pick one you say, that’s enough for now. -Beth Gordon