The Girl among the Geese
a post-pride poem
Once, communion wine
tried to drown them,
the winged things.
So I let nothing in, nothing out.
Butterflies in my stomach
crawled up my throat,
crumpled bodies in my closed mouth.
Yellow wings between my teeth.
Then one morning she put them back together,
a pasted kite of insect parts.
And she flew it.
Once, my hometown church
baptized me then spit me out
after holding me under their tongues
for twenty years. One Sunday,
the pastor asked the congregation
which bodies do not belong.
A voting pebble was placed in each palm,
to be dropped into one of two urns,
as if to say, It is the weight
behind this veiled hatred
that measures the nature of sin.
Each small plunk of each pebble of judgment:
a more civilized form of stoning.
Once, in a meadow I stood,
a girl among the geese,
body tired of being
so full of apology.
I tore my self into several pieces
and fed it to the geese like
breadcrumbs.
Take, eat.
This is my body, broken for you.
Do this in remembrance of me.
Now, I thought, maybe I’ll know
what it feels like to fly.
About the Creator
Chelsey Burden
Freelance writer, proofreader, and library specialist with an affinity for tortoises.
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