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Churched

All the old men

from the Beartown

Church of God

call me Sissy.

There’s Ligey

and Whirley

and Johnny

and my Mamaw’s cousin

who found Jesus

after he beat cancer

a couple years back.

They’re working men

of God.

They reminisce

about their drinking days

and trade around trucks

and stories about bad kids

and worsening eyesight.

When they think I’m eighteen,

they grin at the possibilities.

When they find out I’m thirtysomething,

the grins get a little sad

and soft around the edges,

at the thought

of the waste

of a good pair

of breeding hips.