Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Goddamn Theology

Academic journal article TriQuarterly

Goddamn Theology

Article excerpt

It was easier when you were a jonquil and I was a fingertip pressed at the juncture of your radiating petals and stiff stem. And it was not so difficult when I was a Persian guitar and you were the knee on which I lay, my neck held easily in your hand.

But there were problems when you were two hundred years of years, twisted like taffy, twisted and looped like a dry bristlecone in dusty snow, and I was just a beginning fliver of clear, tadpole breath in a whorl of waterweed. I didn't know what to say.

And when I thought I knew your name, and I called it out loud many times, that's when you were a deaf sheaf of catacombed coral with more than one title and no tongue.

I was whole, a burning ball of peach hanging from a branch. You were multiple, sparks struck from a hammer against rock. I split into a showering orbit of mayflies in the evening sun. …

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.