on the first date
he asks you
who your people are
where you went to church
which school, which state
why is your face shaped like the moon
he tells you
about the presbyterian church
on wilson street
down the road
from his childhood home
where he worshipped every sunday
on the second date
he asks you
how you spend the holidays
he tells you
he loves snow in late november
whip cream on top of pumpkin pie
you say
you don’t celebrate
every holiday
he asks you
are you some kind of radical?
you tell him
the Romans feasted on rats and fennel
as they watched the Christians burn
he calls this barbarous, murderous
you tell him
that’s what a waitress in Dublin said
when
you told her
the story
of the people
who fed his ancestors
then burned in the fields
where they slept
About the Creator
katie mahala
I write poems to feel connected to language and the mysteries of our world. Mythically driven, grounded in nature, that's my jam.
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