Laura McCullough The 2River View, 10.1 (2005)
Religion is the New BlackListen

Across the meager river
there is a woman
lying in a muddy pool;

her hands open
and close around
the drying air, pleasure

in a faint breeze across
her sliced lips whispering
all she needs to hear.

We wear religion, brown
the new black, faithful nothing
goes out of fashion.

It isn’t religion, but water
and a horizon like a precipice
off which we could dive.

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