Two Poems

by Kristine Ong Muslim

The One Called Sunday

One day, we will all turn into choir girls—all soft
and hollow inside. We shall wear white turning
whiter inside out and borrow tiaras from angels
writhing under our feet. We will kiss altar boys
inside the confessional then wait to get caught;

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