paul left rome for athens
where he found a city full of idols
& cried out
for they did not do as he did
if you left the emerald city
without taking off the glasses,
you too might scoff at someone
who pointed at a pomegranate and called it red
God told the boy it breaks his heart when
he worships other gods.
it makes Him
i’m glad He wasn’t jealous
when my ten year old eyes acquainted themselves with the ceiling in the dark.
night, a personal hell undertaken
to stand guard against my body caving & slipping
away to the real one
Tallulah Brannigan is a queer poet & junior at NYU. She likes considering the affective past and believes in the importance of wasting time. You can find her work in Anti-Heroin Chic, and her tweets at @vaguelytallulah.