Comments about Erin Lee
Evangelical Casserole For Thanksgiving
you, unworthy critic
I remember you like the rust in the bathtub I never got around to cleaning.
when I was 7 you spent your time
smoking in vintage dens and locked vans
with little girls choking on closed windows.
you've been trying to get the devil out of me since I was 3 years old
and my daddy found out I'd been attending Sunday School
the day after Havdalah.
if my mother's mother hadn't met you on the rebound,
2005 would just be a year,
and Tennessee would have no connotations,
no associations with 'hatred' and 'Satan'
like invisible boys ...