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Tounges

Women at my church talked to God more than they talked to their husbands.

They writhed on the ground with their eyes closed, hands clenched tight near their chest and gasped uncontrollably.

Their knees buckled as they fell to the floor and reduced themselves to a babbling mess of phrases only discernible by God.

I asked my grandmother, “what’s wrong with them, Granny?”

She said, “their talkin’ to God, baby.”

And I told her I didn’t want to talk to God cause it looked painful.

I talk to women who go to church more than I talk to God.

On Saturday nights when their husbands are playing poker. I speak in tongue between their thighs, skin against skin, glistening with sin and the arousal of blasphemy, and they writhe against me with their eyes closed.

Their hands clench mine and they reduce themselves to a babbling mess of phrases Discernible only by me.

Talking to God was painful,

So I became her.

-kcblumebooks