Arches

Arches

Poetry

Lana F. Call

the way my spine contorts
like a bricklayer building a cathedral
does this shape please you Lord

 

sexless arches these mounds
of pious limestone laid
at the feet of man or God

 

shaped men made in man’s image
not from bone or Adam’s apple shaped
I am this frame

 

without a painting in it not created
but manufactured wholesale
from the detritus of other things

 

we built this me
together you and I
architects of this vestibule

 

an antechamber a prelude a prequel
to                      what
a spider spindling in the corner

 

where are the wedding parties
the batmitzvahs the triune
streamers and potluck dinners

 

these pews slouch empty
and                     why
because they saw the foundation poured

 

they were here the day the glaziers
installed my stained glass windows
unworthy of being gazed through for that

 

a committee helped select the exact
curve of my steeple this celestial
aquiline angle fit for daily prayer

 

a sermon on my mount
made unusable simply because
it came from a catalogue

 

and still I stretch my spine
cock my marbled knee provocative
at just the right flirtatious arc

 

not too slutty not too chaste
just right but
wrong anyway

 

Lana F. Call is an emerging poet from the Seattle area. Her work often touches on social issues that are important to a wide audience. She speaks with a message of love, understanding, and overcoming adversity. She has been featured in W.F. Landry’s “Beauty Project”, and in “The Virgina Normal”. She has one published book, “Chambers Street (and other small-heart poems)”. For more information, you can find her on Facebook and Instagram.

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