Freewill Until 8 p.m. by Sheldon Lee Compton

A meeting will take place
in the rooms above the church
with coffee and awkward stories.

The white body of the church
is tossed onto the hillside
spilling guts of people now.

They rejoice and I wait,
the sky a warped purple canvas
in the spotlight of the moon.

That moon a puncture in heaven.
That puncture the size of a pill
between my finger and thumb.

Read by Tara Cavanaugh

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3 responses to “Freewill Until 8 p.m. by Sheldon Lee Compton

  1. beautiful voice, beautiful poem.

  2. sick

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