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Christ

He ripped me a new one.

 

As I stared into porcelain wails

His holy reflection guided me, gracefully,

To dissociation…


 

 

Christ

He ripped me a new one.

 

As I stared into porcelain wails

His holy reflection guided me, gracefully,

To dissociation.

 

My construction leader Len says,

Before carpentering you should always make sure

That the wood has settled before banging-

That way, the structure is steady

And your measurements are right.

 

A priest, I’ve found, is not a good carpenter.

 

And I found out the hard way,

That the foundations He laid

Were twisted, cupped, and crowned

His holy wrath proud

That trauma was incurred.

 

But He has not won-

My veneer is now gone,

But His handiwork went with it.

 

It’s time to start rebuilding

This time, on level ground.

 

And one day, my carpentry will stand tall

An affront to all of

“God’s men.”


After studying poesy (among other topics) under some great names in undergraduate, Alistair went on to serve as an AmeriCorps working on some mean streets to assuage a lack of affordable urban housing, where he is to this day. After his stint, he will attend a masters program for sociology in the Big Apple. He’s known for late nights of doing nothing, deep conversations that scare people away, and a few poems here or there (under another name, to keep you on your toes). Alistair hopes you enjoy his literary work, and that it expands the discourse regarding the #MeToo movement.

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