how bad their singing voices,
people
still like to sing loudly
in church.
they are letting the Lord
know
they're here.
bellowing at the rafters.
the woman next to me,
is wailing away
like Aretha Franklin,
shaking like
a pinata smacked
with a holy stick,
and the man in front of me
sounds like
Tennessee Ernie Ford
singing big bad John.
i try to keep the beat
with my hand
tapping on the hymnal,
just mouthing the words.
but i get a lot of smirks.
i think He knows i'm here,
but just barely.
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