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Re: poem ... Why I'm Goin' Straight to Hell, 1978

Posted by Jai Narayan on August 11, 2004, at 21:06:26

In reply to poem ... Why I'm Goin' Straight to Hell, 1978, posted by Atticus on August 11, 2004, at 16:22:32

I remember sitting and waiting for the priest in the confessional. I always developed gas. My gut would groan and as the bubbles made their way toward the nearest exit. I would sit there praying that the exit would be quiet and no one would know or even wonder. Everyone always knew.

I would get up and go into the darkened booth. It smelled of incense and wood. I loved the deep dark color of the wood.
My knees issued out sharp painful signals to stop bending them and putting all my weight on this hard bench.
All was quiet.
I would wait there straining to hear what the other person was saying. Maybe getting a hint on a new confession. There were mumbles and whispers.
I had my confession down pat it was the same everytime.
I disobeyed my parents three times and lied once.
I like the sound of the three two ratio.
I never never talked about sex. I didn't know it was on the sin roster. I didn't even know what my older cousin was doing to me was called sex.

My heart would flutter when the screen was raised. I was so worried I couldn't hold the gas. Then I would begin with my voice in hushed tones. I would try to inhale the words worried that my breath was bad. I knew he could smell my breath. His was very holy. He would lean into my face and whisper my penitence.
Exiting I would retreat to the white marbel alter railing. There on my knees again naked against the cold marbel I would begin the Hail Marys....
I worked it out and I would say...
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
full of grace
full of grace
full of grace
and so on till all my Hail Marys were said
then moving onto the Our Fathers.
I would end up feeling quite stimulated and maybe a little uplifed. I would genuflect and exit the church where upon I would release all the pent up gas.
It was so good to be outside and in the sun. Glancing up at the towers I thought I would fly up to god if I could.


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