The Twirl

Sounds like fun.
No.

It was in church,
during catechism.

We would assemble
in circles. My circle
was right under
a very large statue
of Jesus, red robes,
bleeding heart.

The Sunday school teacher
was ancient—
layers of black,
runny nose,
not inclined to acts of
self-expression.

The tension was building.
The droning of the rote question-answers,
stale air in the dark church,
all those saints looking down on us.

I had to
do it.

I twirled.
Only once.
To take the edge off.

She looked at me in disbelief.
Index finger, launching.
Why can’t you be like…

Fit in, fit in.

Defiant Devotion – Bottlecap Press, 2025 (Chapbook)