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Worship by Ally Malinenko

They tell me
you have to worship something.

The priests raise their hands to the sky
and remind me that this life
is just a practice run
for the party that will come later.

They tell me to worship the man at the velvet rope.

The businessmen
tells me to worship the dollar and the Dream
that it will save my life, save me from this trap
this yawning void of empty sadness

They tell me to worship the filled house
that comfort equals value.

The academics
tell me to worship the mind
that it is the only freedom I will know.
Worship being smart, they tell me before it slips away
and you are left alone clinging to memories that may lie.

But I can’t.
I’ve measure my pain,
and weighed my small joy

and realized that the only thing that I can worship
is this

this single moment,
the cat on my lap,
the drink in my hand,
the violin drifting out of the radio.

the tremor that is my very life
so vivid I can feel the flutter and pulse of it.
So brief
it’s almost funny.

It is all I have to fight off the void.

And it is small, and it is silly,
but I’ve never
so hard in all my life.


5 thoughts on “Worship by Ally Malinenko

  1. Ally Malinenko’s second book of poem Crashing to Earth is forthcoming from Tainted Coffee Press and her first novel for children, Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb was recently published by Antenna Books. She lives in the part of Brooklyn the tour buses don’t come to but was voted to have the best halal truck.

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