Share24 https://www.terrain.org/mp3/2020/jan/Harrod-Once.mp3Once in Baltic, OhioI was a shallow girl in the flooding dusk unaware of the depth of things,my grandmother floating beside me on the high porch, the swing chains shiny and creakingand I heard the mockingbird’s gutturals in the husky pearwithout understanding how a bird might claim his own solitudein the vowels of another, and then it happened: night with all its pins beganpricking the dusk as my grandmother had pricked my belly as she adjusted the waist of the new dress she was making for me,every star needled its individual jeer and the moon poked its curved thornuntil the little pond below became so still I knew I could climb onto the porch railingand spiral down into its darkness, its body becoming my body, and never touch bottom.https://www.terrain.org/mp3/2020/jan/Harrod-BibleStudy.mp3Bible StudyIt took folding chairs, of course, and a church basement divided by curtains made by the Ladies Aid out of some sort of heavy maroon cloth that was on sale at Joanne’s Fabrics,and Joanne was John’s sister and not a favorite of Jesus or anyone else, one of those women whose nose was large and bony, a woman becoming a manbehind black frame glasses before trans anything and yet that is what we studied—Saul becoming Paul, lost becoming found, water becoming wine,booze becoming blood, bread becoming body, sinners becoming saved—or damned, and always the word becoming flesh, that Revelation: And I took the little book out of the angel’s hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.Mrs. Hutton made cookies in the shape of Bibles and sprinkled them with pink sugar that fell between the thin pages of the New Testament as we ate. Lois Marie Harrod’s 17th poetry collection Woman is forthcoming early in 2020. Her books include Nightmares of the Minor Poet, Fragments from the Biography of Nemesis, Brief Term, and Spelling the World Backwards. See more information and poems at www.loismarieharrod.org.Read four poems by Lois Marie Harrod previously appearing in Terrain.org.Header photo by Benjamin C, courtesy Pixabay.