Big Sister ©

In the Deep South, God is a little ghost girl,
Trussed up in plantation blooms and powdered over smooth 
with a little bit of talcum from Momma’s compact.
She’s the Georgia dust that gets on everything, in everything,
Caking the soles of bare feet
sifting through cracks in church pews, and catching in your lover’s eyelashes.

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