No one in church but me and the woman in a veil kneeling before the Cross I can’t see her face but scarlet Converse poke out from her dress what’s beautiful lives in this world yet not in this world I’m in the world walking among wolves when I belly up to the Cross its gore and light and ask not to become a wolf again all the years my eyes looked both evil and vaguely ashamed I ask not again let the wolves become smaller and jump in my mouth because You say so and I will eat every part of the wolf even the part that keeps talking after I think the wolf is dead
Justin Lacour lives in New Orleans with his wife and three children.