Bishop (of robes)

By Allison Seay Poetry

When my mother awakened me as a child, her face was the entire room. Later, it was the bishop’s torso that was the whole nave. Confronting me was a blue density, the body from the ribs up. In my memory I am unable to recover the face or the words. I know there was a…

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