September 5, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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Alejandro Escudé



The Doors of the Lakewood Christ



I love the way Osteen speaks as if he’s trying


to get you into bed. A lump of wet toilet paper.


Houston. Mothers holding babies. Old people


sitting in waist-deep rainwater. This is the


21st century and we 21st century people aren’t


compassionate with one another. But we may


want to open the megachurch, let God’s people


in before Noah’s flood wipes them out. Osteen


sat on his hands as the dirge of the storm played,


splash after splash, pools full of oil, sin, and trash.


Fear is not biblical and can’t be foretold. It belongs


to the present. Fear happens as you consider


the next verse. Fear happens as you preach


about fear. It starts at the feet of a father wondering


whether his child will turn into mud. It settles


in the rescue boat of a mother’s brain. In the bones


of the elderly. Fear is not a millionaire. Fear is poor


as Texas. If you wish to pray, pray for love


and a non-contemplative neighbor with a boat.






Alejandro Escudé

Alejandro Escudé

Alejandro Escudé’s first book of poems, My Earthbound Eye, was published in September 2013. He holds a master’s degree in creative writing from UC Davis and teaches English. Originally from Argentina, Alejandro lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two children.

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