Originally posted 12/19/2013.
Before dawn
the clock radio
comes alive,
floods my room
with Spanish evangelism.
No music — pure preaching,
one man’s voice,
one woman’s voice.
The only words
in the rapid flow
I catch and understand
are “contigo” and
“alleluia,” but
I don’t need
the translation for the rest
as this whitewater pulse
of ecstasy and imprecation
soaks my morning
in splashes,
a torrent
rinsing away
any remnant of
unholy dreams.

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