Sunday, call me a squid

By | 16 August 2019

My daughter’s Bible
cartoonifies judgement: salvation
is a fat pink fish
and all the squid
are going to hell.

She affectionately
calls the Most High ‘Goddy’,
swims under flannel
to the cotton cities of sleep
with her soul
netted still.

I shut the door
because I know she will rise
when he calls.

I shut the door
because I know
how tight the net falls.

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