Protestant - Kristeen Young

I always wanted to be a Catholic… but, I was cursed in being a Protestant

Oh the life… to recite the right words I should pray

Oh the life… to not have to decide what to wear everyday

But, I am just a snake handler, emotion-as-a-drug dealer, a tv pitch wheeler

screamer

I make it all up as I go.

Then, sell it as a video.

See Betty at the tape table,

tape table

I’m in love with an Irish boy whose penetrating eyes pierce my chest and steal

my breath

Inter

With myrhh

In moonlight

Eternal Passion Song

Lecturn

In stained

Glass sunlight

Place grace upon my tongue

Domine exaudi orationem meam

Where I’m from everyone is catholic… but, somehow I was born being protestant

All my life, it was meetings in basements and abandoned schools

All my life, it was windowless, sound-baffled, beige, barren rooms

But, I would see them in the evenings going to their special teachings and hear

next-day- storytellings

This is where the first line’s drawn and you can feel which side you’re on.

Still

Robes and smoke leave me in awe, so in awe

I love an Italian boy with a beatific touch.

Place your hands where it’s

relevant

Inter

With myrhh

In moonlight

Eternal Passion Song

Lecturn

In stained

Glass sunlight

Place grace upon my tongue

Place your martyr mouth where my mouth shouts

Place your mosaic mouth where my mouth shouts