Sunday
- by Linn Barnes
Sunday
-Linn Barnes
Early this Sunday morning
I am sixteen years old
I’m putting on a
blue blazer gold buttons
heliotrope shirt
grey pants
red and yellow tie
polished dark brown weejuns
topped with a belted burberry trenchcoat
for a short walk
up an easy street
with all of the family
to
something
called
church
where an organist
plays loudly and thunderously
people sing badly
and there is a threat of snow
I think I’ve been
abducted by
aliens