The nauseous breath of change blows bravely

into my warring heart, saying gravely

 

I have a greater calling

 

outside my parents’ house where the garden

dies annually, a sickly warden

 

of youth, ever stalling.

 

I pray to a different God today

than yesterday, a funeral away.

 

This God sends me spinning

 

into adulthood with a Dev’lish wink.

Not ready, I bend over the kitchen sink

 

a child, a coward, a beginning,

 

seeing nothing but distorted distortion;

potential fleshing out of proportion.

 

But then!

I see a vision perfected.

 

One day

I’ll come back with mask of sagging skin,

stomach settled, and I’ll see the garden

 

Die and be resurrected.

 

 

Elaina Perpelitt is a student at Chapman University. When she’s not writing film and play scripts, she’s writing poetry and novels.

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