“God and Research Materials” by Marion Smallwood

how about that pistol in my mouth like a cherry
on top of that sunday

morning, when i closed the blinds
so the missionaries wouldn’t know i was home.

there was a god in their motion detectors
and a little demon in my sadness

flailing about
so they kept knocking, knocking.

and with my eye
molesting the peep hole in secret
with my eyes so deep you could stand in them

i went against my better judgment
and opened the door.

the sorry gasp of god is no stranger.
so i danced and danced. i do not dance with strangers.

i moved very suggestively, wondering
how long they would call it
writhing.

Published in Penn Review Volume 46, Issue 1

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