Brenda F. McMillan
Church Lady

she spreads the pocket

    book, tithes toward reverend, he sermons.

                    she blisses holy.


she licks fingers

    twelve men mount pews. ring bearers.

                    she prays picket fence.

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About the Author

Brenda F. McMillan’s poetry and fiction has appeared in Mad Poets Review, Schuykilland Callaloo