qarrtsiluni

by Julie E. Bloemeke

He began catechism whispering
Jesus in my ear, his hands already
needing the sacrament of my breasts,
his mouth a host in mine. After
awhile, he was on his knees praying
please to the sweet trinity between
my thighs. After penance,
confession, drinking the wine
of me, I opened the chapel
doors. Mother of God
he said, though Mary was
nowhere to be found, only
the first, now second, coming.

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Julie E. Bloemeke’s work has appeared in Pebble Lake Review, Ouroboros Review, and Mason’s Road as well as in the anthology: Lavanderia: A Mixed Load of Women, Wash, and Word. Her work is forthcoming in Obama-Mentum, The List Anthology and The Southern Poetry Anthology of Georgia Poets.  She was a finalist in the 2001 Arts & Letters poetry competition and was awarded first place in the Spring 2010 Atlanta Writer’s Club poetry contest.