sometimes I gets lost and is grateful for noises in the dark | Kristen E. Nelson
What Hovers Above the Altar
Above my altar there is a disco ball that throws eyes of light on the wall.
There are peacock feathers: I am not supposed to tell you. I’m not.
Writing about a woman’s body is not relevant or innovative.
Next to my altar water trickles.
Bodies that sit here
Bodies that read
Bodies that stand and bend and hurt