Our temporary
home in South Philly comes with one unexpected
benefit--we share a wall with
the storefront pentecostal (?) church next door. What you hear here is what comes
through clear
as a bell in the stairwell down to our front door.
It must be nice to have such strenuous faith, to
gather weekly for shared
catharsis in a ritual that lasts for hours.
Funny, too, because I dreamt
strange religious processions, ripples from last
night's conversations about cooperation versus
competition with a diverse group that
included more than a few lapsed Catholics such as
myself.
Other than that, it was a lazy day. Bought produce
at co-op where our downstairs
neighbor works.
Sarah took a bath as I wiped months of photos off my
phone, shadows dancing in memory's cave.
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