At church camp, we experimented with pepper and soap
As we sprinkled pepper into the water we added soap just to separate the two
You see, I couldn't get if this was a metaphor or not
and if so
How the hell did this relate to Jesus
So I went on wondering and wondering
You see, now I am an atheist
I am the moon with the christian existence of the sun
When I was a six, I used to hide under my blankets
Listening to the sounds of thunder and watching camer- lightening
You see I couldn't understand why I was scared
Or why I thought a blanket could save me
When I was eight, I waved my hand, and the doors to a store opened
I thought I was a witch
I thought I was magical, and unique
Then I watched a documentary about witchcraft and thought to myself
Fuck that
I'm thirteen now, and I'm still scared of the thunder
How it could just invaded our homes at any second
How only a few locks and some glass could separate the pepper and soap
How could I save myself from being burned at the stake with everyone watching
They are watching
always watching
They are the water that pepper and soap were placed in just for experiment
They are the lightening to the blanket and thunder
They are the motion detectors to the magical girl and door
They are watching
Always watching
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A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
