Improv Entries Week 9

Entry 1: "To remember/ is to murmur, mourn, be/ mindful of things worthy/ of remembrance: it could/ put the fear of God/ into you, but what could God/ be afraid of..." from First Life of St. Francis III by Angie Estes

What is God afraid of? Clowns, like everyone else.
Snuggles the Bear on television commercials, talking
into drive-thru windows or going to front doors, committment
to girls who are prettier than him, failing an exam or a class or
Himself. Dreams where you fall for miles and miles until you hit
rock bottom or bottoming out of a bottomless pit or falling on your bottom
in front of everyone when I was in preschool dressed in gingham
holding a fake dog and wondering why they were all laughing,
glowing hands singing songs about Jesus, His reflection-
now a vampire, obligatory conversation on car rides home,
getting His period the day of His first beach date, the dentist,
the mall, the people, nothing but fear itself.
We know what scares God most because we all look
just like him. The chorus sings: I do not Exist, I do not Exist, I do not Exist.

Entry 2: You Can Tell "if fish are fresh by the way/ their bodies arch," by Angie Estes
if fish are fresh, which these aren't
by the way the smell you can tell, no fresh
fish or food period - we're all going
hungry tonight and every night, our bodies
aching for others and fresh flesh to hold
onto before floating off to dreamland
or elsewhere, no where but here baby, nowhere
at all - their bodies and mine lined up
like sushi or shoes she lines in her closet
in order, ROY G BIV, knows silver is always
at the end of the row because it's the lining
of her life like that on her jacket she borrowed
or stole from her sister she used to hate.
The arch of her foot was always higher than mine
my body no match for hers, delicate as sugar castles
they have to move from table to another on food network,
that part I'll never understand, who makes this shit
up anyway? my dad bellows from the kitchen, furrowed
scooping banana flavored ice cream into a ninja turtle
bowl i swear my uncle gave me because he used to borrow
us like we were shoes, fresh little fish he could
catch and release when he was done teasing.