I Never Wanted To Be a Mother
pews of velcro Sunday flats
little girls in plaits and jean dresses
arms folded
heads bowed
fluttering eyes from under lashes
peeking towards blackgrayblue Brothers
in their suits upon the stand
Father, Son, and Spirit
prose in archaic english dictating
lives
loves
loss
Priesthood power
ladies in cushioned folding chairs
swollen ankles crossed
the sacred womb
preserved bodies for creation
shoulder to knee painted into
the coat of many colors
squalling babes in arms
too diminutive for motherhood
pre-pubescent hips
pre-prepared for human polyps
homemaking lessons for middle schoolers
babysitting a gateway drug
for force-fed doctrines
and unhappy marriages
a girl’s purpose
and duty
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