At
      Worship
     
    
   
   
    
     
      On
      days
      like
      this
      I
      could
      lie
      back
      and
      die.
     
    

    
     
      Above
      the
      surface
      it's
      so
      sticky
      sweet.
     
    

    
     
      Gnats
      are
      hovering
      in
      busy
      clouds
      above
      my
      head.
     
     
      My
      gingham
      blouse
      is
      clinging
      to
      my
      back,
     
     
      Almost
      transparent
     
    

    
     
      But
      I'm
      alone
     
    

    
     
      In
      my
      chapel
      of
      alders.
     
    

    
     
      The
      minnows
      are
      darting
      beneath.
     
    

    
     
      I
      want
      to
      touch
      them,
      but
      they're
      sacred
      relics.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Meanwhile,
      my
      feet
      are
      numbing
      nicely
      below
      the
      ripples.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      insignificance
      in
      my
      chapel
      is
      my
      comfort.
     
     
      The
      sun
      filters,
     
    

    
     
      And
      licks
     
    

    
     
      Over
      my
      eyelids.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -Catherine
      Sweet
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Now
      you
      know
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Here
      is
      comes,
     
     
      catch
      the
      rush.
     
     
      Snag
      it
      down,
     
     
      make
      it
      crush.
     
     
      Take
      your
      hand,
     
     
      forward
      thrust.
     
     
      Let
      it
      feel,
     
    

    
     
      not
      enough.
     
     
      Refuse
      to
     
    

    
     
      let
      me
      go.
     
    

    
     
      Now
      you
      know,
     
     
      know,
      know.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -Jay
      Collings
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      (From
      Helen,
      To
      Troy)
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Tell
      me
      my
      thighs
      are
      appletrees
     
     
      Whose
      blossoms
      touch
      the
      sky,
     
     
      Or
      call
      me
      a
      dirty
      whore
     
    

    
     
      And
      spit
      into
      my
      eye.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Compare
      me
      to
      a
      summer's
      day,
     
    

    
     
      For
      thou
      art
      more
      lovely
      and
      temperate.
     
     
      Make
      it
      worth
      my
      while
     
    

    
     
      For
      all
      the
      hours
      I've
      spent.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Tell
      me
      to
      live
      with
      you
      and
      be
      your
      love
     
     
      And
      I
      will
      surely
      prove,
     
    

    
     
      That
      life's
      allusions
      you
      recall
     
    

    
     
      A
      lover
      can
      only
      sooth.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I'll
      turn
      my
      cheek
      just
      once
      more
     
     
      And
      let
      you
      in
      my
      world,
     
    

    
     
      By
      then
      you'll
      see,
      in
      such
      short
      time,
     
     
      What
      flowers
      have
      unfurled.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      You'll
      despise
      yourself
      for
      wasted
      time
     
     
      For
      that
      which
      you
      never
      confessed,
     
     
      That
      I'm
      you
      love,
      your
      only
      love,
     
     
      Your
      one
      true
      Coy
      Mistress.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -Leah
      Gill
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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