(aka, My Lusty Affront to Apophatic Theology)
by Katie Jo Suddaby
Everything I say about God is wrong.
Beautifully,
sensuously,
dangerously
wrong.
Wrong like the lowest organ pipe.
Dark and powerful,
It’s rumble hits you-
feet and ass first.
Church roof shingles shake and fall.
My God is a resonating wrong
a beautiful wrong
that whisks away all thought of right
like the curls on the girl
you’ll never have...
It matters more to have touched them once.
To open my mouth about God
is the wonderful slip in the bathtub
wet toes stubbing
knee slam
forehead hits the side
a face-full of wet plastic curtain
Even if you haven’t laughed in years
you’ll hear yourself out loud now
and wish someone was home to see you
naked
wet
and laughing
A dripping, sighing, smirk.
Dangerously, Beautifully, Confidently;
Everything I say about God is wrong.
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