{"id":2772,"date":"2016-04-11T16:06:43","date_gmt":"2016-04-11T16:06:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2772"},"modified":"2016-04-12T03:50:39","modified_gmt":"2016-04-12T03:50:39","slug":"sarah-frances-moran-april-2016","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/sarah-frances-moran-april-2016\/","title":{"rendered":"Sarah Frances Moran, April 2016"},"content":{"rendered":"

What 1 Corinthians 3:16-17 Says<\/strong><\/p>\n

My doubt rests somewhere deep<\/span>
\n<\/span>between my ribcage.<\/span><\/p>\n

It pulses, growing.<\/span><\/p>\n

They claim this body is a temple.<\/span>
\n<\/span>That a god created it and so it is holy.<\/span><\/p>\n

They say this,<\/span>
\n<\/span>but no one believes it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Do you know how memory invades<\/span>
\n<\/span>the touch?<\/span><\/p>\n

The way it snakes and slithers <\/span>
\n<\/span>quiet like a creek<\/span>
\n<\/span>but still overcomes you?<\/span><\/p>\n

This is the genesis of my doubt.<\/span><\/p>\n

You planted it there,<\/span>
\n<\/span>in that spot.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Your large hands<\/span>
\n<\/span>incapable of delicacy. <\/span><\/p>\n

Harvested it there<\/span>
\n<\/span>with your Juicy Fruit lips<\/span>
\n<\/span>and the lust you stored up in<\/span>
\n<\/span>your backroom of fantasies.<\/span><\/p>\n

This is where it grows now.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Where it\u2019s become a garden of uncertainty.<\/span><\/p>\n

Where even the fall of raindrops<\/span>
\n<\/span>against my skin<\/span><\/p>\n

triggers you and your invasion of my temple.<\/span><\/p>\n

They say this god will destroy him who destroys<\/span>
\n<\/span>god\u2019s temple. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

They say this,<\/span>
\n<\/span>but I don\u2019t believe it.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep<\/strong><\/p>\n

From as early as I can remember\/I\u2019ve recited poetry\/every night before bed<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Now I lay me down to sleep<\/span><\/i>
\n<\/span><\/i>I pray the lord my soul to keep<\/span><\/i>
\n<\/span><\/i>If I should die before I wake<\/span><\/i>
\n<\/span><\/i>I pray the lord my soul to take.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Every night\/Poetry\/Prayer\/Promise<\/span>
\n<\/span>Every night\/A revelation into forever\/and a promise for eternal life<\/span>
\n<\/span>Every night\/desire\/fear if the poem wasn\u2019t said\/if the prayer wasn\u2019t heard<\/span>
\n<\/span>Every night\/on our knees\/holding hands as one\/recitation in unison\/communing.<\/span>
\n<\/span>Every night\/Poetry\/Prayer\/Promise\/Love<\/span>
\n<\/span>Every night\/of childhood\/of becoming<\/span><\/p>\n

Where did those every nights go\/into the abyss\/lost in the questioning\/forgotten by a mind too twisty to comprehend\/prayers\/poems\/promises.<\/span><\/p>\n

I get on my knees\/I recite history\/I relive the feeling of my brother\u2019s\/sister\u2019s\/mother\u2019s\/father\u2019s\/hands\/I get on my knees\/for poetry\/for prayers\/for promises\/I get on my knees\/<\/span><\/p>\n

to remember.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sarah Frances Moran<\/b>\u00a0is a writer, editor, animal lover, videogamer, queer Latina. She thinks Chihuahuas should rule the world and prefers their company to people 90% of the time. Her work has most recently been published or is upcoming in Drunk In A Midnight<\/span><\/span> Choir, FreezeRay Poetry, Dirty Chai, Crabfat, Rust+Moth, Maudlin House<\/strong> and The Bitchin’ Kitsch.<\/strong> She is Editor\/Founder of Yellow Chair Review<\/strong>. You may reach her at\u00a0www.sarahfrancesmoran.com<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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