by Chad Parenteau
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Holding, staring at open bible
with no words. He knew it.
God’s law is whatever you want.
Behind him, swiftboat Swifties
dressed in handmaiden style,
coats, blouses buttoned to nape.
Harem of doting daughters,
great grab bags of grabbables,
whole cabinet of nondisclosures.
Blonde broken up by added spots
of colored faces, hands in gnarled
prayer, proof they weren’t paid.
He swears off to imagined duties
under a dome of glass as strong
as his faith in this divine design.
with no words. He knew it.
God’s law is whatever you want.
Behind him, swiftboat Swifties
dressed in handmaiden style,
coats, blouses buttoned to nape.
Harem of doting daughters,
great grab bags of grabbables,
whole cabinet of nondisclosures.
Blonde broken up by added spots
of colored faces, hands in gnarled
prayer, proof they weren’t paid.
He swears off to imagined duties
under a dome of glass as strong
as his faith in this divine design.
Chad Parenteau hosts Boston's long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His latest collection is The Collapsed Bookshelf. His poetry has appeared in journals such as Résonancee, Molecule, Ibbetson Street, Pocket Lint, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, Off The Coast, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, dadakuku, Nixes Mate Review and anthologies such as French Connections and Reimagine America. He serves as Associate Editor of the online journal Oddball Magazine. Chad generated these AI graphics on behalf of the former guy.
