when I walk through the door the pews are almost full the choir shuffles into their seats in a cacophony of static and the church floor trembles with the foretelling of something divine the congregation is at odds between flitting through social media and letting their bodies succumb to the weight of the day at the next stop god gets on and takes the seat next to me he strikes up a conversation and every word bears an evangelical foreshadow his opening line is a declaration that this, the constant motion from where you are to where you're going, the journey between, this liminal space this is what life is this is as good as it gets. the air ripples from the resounding disappointment and the congregation turns back to their phones meanwhile the usher folds our offerings between his fingers then turns away in a blur of crimson and the echo of clinking coins and for a moment we're distracted trying to catch up with his arithmetic gymnastics the driver is shuffling the old school choir off the stage as his penchant changes to reggae and god is still talking I lean back and let my eyes rest on the ceiling and wonder what he thinks of his promises plastered between Nicki Minaj in provocative barbie cosplay and Wu Tang Clan's gang signs when i turn back to him he's waiting for a response with that twinkle of unconditional love in his eyes, or maybe that's the LED lights i smile and nod then tap the passing usher, "shukisha"
WOULD(N'T) YOU EXPECT AN APOLOGY FIRST?? 😍 wow, friend, what a deliciously evocative piece!
also, i love that god pandas the matatu outside the main stage 🤗 something about that feels so fitting, such divine rumblings in the undercarriage ✨🕯️