Sharing Our Stories : Words for Wednesday : Sunday Worship, Bending like Photographs??

21.365, august twenty-first

sunday worship, bending like photographs?? | Amanda Oaks

the women in my family were taught
?to bury their tears in the bathroom,?
usually under the shower spigot ?
that behaves like a broom sweeping ?
the pieces of our splintered hearts
?down the drain because ?
from a distance & without sound ?
the involuntary contraction of the
?voice box, the bending & bowing
?of the upper-body can easily be
?mistaken for laughter

??the mouthful of air that gets wedged ?
in your windpipe & your lachrymal
?glands like clouds creating a slick track ?
for your mind-set to slide downward ?
are secrets to soft to share when the sun ?
is nowhere in sight to soak up the trickle
?before it runs rapid sailing toward the edge ?
of your waterfall chin??

yesterday morning, lying in bed, my lover & i,?
our awareness of concern was almost
?as absent as our irish & indian bloodlines,
?thin like the light coming through the tiny ?
imperfections in the drapes standing ?
as bodyguards, protecting us from the ?
outside world, our relations, acquaintances, ?
the war pounding so hard on the heavy hotel
?door is easily ignored but never all together?
forgotten, while we rested our love on cheap ?
cotton sheets, some are forced to lie in blood

we are caught in a tearless generation, our?
wet looseness was rubbed out with the industrial ?
revolution, the screeching of gears replaced
the outward cry of communal emotion & we?
have yet to make our way back, we run around?
our pain like a christmas tree, sit around it,?
decorate it, photograph it, but never climb ?
up in it, sometimes the weight of decision ?
stretches its self so far out across my shoulders?
that i can barely even move, i just march?
back & forth like the misguided minds?
that run this godforsaken nation?

our sunday morning was not spent stiff?
in a church under the scrutiny of the
?religious right with their flashbulb eyes
flickering against every one of their sins ?
because we
?were in bed,
?bodies bending like photographs,?
learning what revolutions ?
are supposed to be ?
fought for??

& that pleasure ?
is just as infectious
?as tears or laughter ?
but it takes a whole lot of strength ?
to carry any one of them out?
alone


© amanda oaks

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