by Nancy Scott
St. Anthony’s was too hot
with all those holiday bodies
breathing out secret sins–
the ones not atoned since Christmas.
Communion meant no
Easter candy or breakfast
till after.
The pew spun
and I sank into 8-year-old dreams
of chocolate peanut-butter.
I revived to my mother’s whisper,
“Don’t worry.
She does this often.”
But we left before dipped wafers.
Still pale, I worried the slow
walk home till
I had to ask,
“I can eat Easter candy
now, can’t I?”
Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is a blind essayist and poet. Her over 600 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries. An essayist and poet, she has published three chapbooks. She won First Prize in the 2009 International Onkyo Braille Essay Contest. Recent work appears in Breath and Shadow, Contemporary Haibun Online, and Stone Voices.poetry
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