GULPING
IT DOWN
Seven
times seventy I have
heard
you tell of palming
the
communion wafer during
the
wedding of the semi-famous
Mr.
and Mrs. You Know Who.
The
priest stopped the ceremony,
chased
your sorry ass to the last
row
of the Basilica of the Sacred
Heart,
demanded the return of
the
body. You gulped it down,
then
later hid in a coat closet.
I
wish I could have been there
at
that moment when the
god-flesh
became your story,
instead
of the other way around.
This
poem from Charmi Keranen’s The Afterlife
is a Dry County, Big Wonderful Press, LLC, reached out and grabbed me as I
read her book of poetry. This is a
humorous telling of a serious offense in the Catholic Church … or at least it
used to be forbidden to touch the communion wafer…very poignant and real.
Hi Diane! Thanks for posting the poem. Great to see you in the blogosphere.
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I guess I'm a beginner blogger. It was great to see/hear you in class. I work in a law office and it did me good to see someone in that line of work also following a dream. I, like Erin, was unsure of shoving The Afterlife is a Dry County and a pen at you to sign.
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Oh, definitely keep in touch! It was a lot of fun coming to class.
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