Alisa Heinzman

from SHORT STORY

 

 

The sanctuary’s east wall is largely stained glass largely yellow the surrounding paint yellowed

 

morning sunlight diffuse but for one pane less than one square foot unpainted which lets pass a blue

 

white beam

 

 

 

 

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The aisle’s short pile runner stripes to stage-wide stairs the platform the pulpit flanked with

 

dusted housetrees one hanging cross one white baptismal size of a hot tub where we each in turn

 

are dunked for the Beloved and each returned to life

 

 

 

 

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We loose our voice in time through plaster through beam through this room and the other noise

 

carries noise to balcony through pages through teeth to when we once alone born hungry in

 

caves we drift we wave from this room lit blood thickened

 

 

 

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Under pews colorless thread drapes with dust the balcony sits three and three rows here our

 

family father mother brother and here a family and here another and here a stranger woman

 

with glass eyes of a bird all rise to leave Morning she says mother holds brother’s shoulder tight

biography

Alisa Heinzman
ALISA HEINZMAN lives in Nebraska with Jake Gillespie. She’s an editor for Octopus Books and works for a translation company.