Catechism connective
Hello devoted subscribers! Yesterday was the autumnal equinox (wow, that’s strange to say as someone who has just moved to the Northern Hemisphere after a lifetime of September springs)! The air here in Vancouver is getting crisper and I am feeling totally overwhelmed by the constant influx of terrible news (& homework). Everything is pumpkin spice and everything hurts. If John helped us say good bye to summer with last week’s piece, Kristen is making sure we know it’s back to (Sunday) school season. Is there something inherently religious about fall for you as well? Or am I the only one looking for salvation?
Anyway, consider this piece filed under the Poetry Trapper Keeper folder dedicated to poems with catholic imagery…
Catechism connective
I’m the Jesus in your toast. An outsider double-checked for errors \\ As I pass judgment on your inability to think beyond the next hashtag. I’m a symbol like Prince. Decadence on rye With a side of bacon; warm avocado spiritual stand in. Generational decadence pulls you, lost lamb, and degeneration greases your release. The psalm tutors you; guides your apprenticeship in life fueled by viral melodies instantaneous gratification snap chatter conversation. Pop.
About the hot poet: Kristen A. Schmitt is at work on her debut novel with bylines in National Geographic, Marie Claire, USA Today and more. Follow her on Instagram at kristen_a_schmitt
Thank you very much Kristen!
See you all next week when we bring you a new poem by a new poet!
Xoxo - PTK