This is My Church

This is my church

This open space

This front seat of my car

Wearing plastic pearls

And repaired rings

Nails unbitten

And bleeding

Behind two skirts

This is my velvet bodice

Yellow, my neck adorned

In the mother’s blue shawl

This sunlight coming in

Suddenly, an open window

And a mask pulled down

These are my hands

Symbols of divinity

And a silent tongue

Looking on my self

My eyes full of pride

My countenance humble and patient

This is my star

My addictions wrung out

My root chakra contrast

My forearm aching

This book is a box

I cannot keep shut

And my whole life

An altar