This poem was first published in The Magnolia Review. Featured image by Mark Tulin.
Conversion Tactics by Mark Tulin The woman with the big white cross that hung loosely from her breast kept reminding me of the power she possessed. Here’s a free King James, she put forth and highlighted a passage from Zechariah; appearing forthright and sincere when she sacrificed her soul for a box of Girl Scout cookies. I wondered if religious strangers really care, or are they more concerned with their place in the spiritual hemisphere? I told the woman that I had my allegiance, although slightly different than hers. It gave me the wisdom to know that he’is the only deity for me. Nonsense, she said, implying that I was misguided. Everybody needs to hear the truth, and not from those phony saviors that advertise on billboards and ghetto walls. We’ll dip you in holy water, she promised and give you the full Monty of Hosts; we’ll offer you a job in the parish and a free ride every Sunday to the church. I appreciate your devotion, I said, but your cross is too heavy for me to bear. I’d rather carry my own hymn book and practice my faith elsewhere.
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