she says.
we have no men
in gowns
with pointed hats.
there are no gold
chalices,
or silver crosses hanging
around.
there are no statues,
or stained glass
windows.
we aren't puppets,
kneeling,
standing, sitting, going
up and down.
mumbling rote words.
we just go in and
fold our hands to pray.
someone says a few words
and then we go
home and try to be good
people
and not hurt anyone
for the rest of the day.
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