Kristeen Young Protestant
Domine exaudi orationem meam. Domine exaudi orationem
meam.
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.