Baking a Life Cake
Take one mentally unstable mother who joins up with Jehovahs Witnesses to save her Add two violent abusive men she marries back to back Mix in 5 US states Sprinkle with 18 schools by eighth grade Grab a giant heap of strict bible verses preaching original sins of Eve, boomed into microphones of church Place all of this in one old as fuck white Dodge Dart with red plastic seats and a radiator that refuses to hold water Drive that car as far as you can, as fast as you can out of California, after living in hiding for six long months to escape from stalker husband number two, until the radiator overheats in Little Rock. Twice. Go to the passover service in Arkansas as the only two white people in the whole church Land ten days later in West Virginia where the earth is covered in lush green, there are couches on front porches and everyone talks in a thick accent you can’t understand Stir in thoroughly 15 months living in a trailer where you have goats, bunnies, cats, dogs, random reptiles, a pony, and a step grandmother pounding on the door threatening to kill you, with shotgun in hand Let all of this rise in the sticky humid heat of Kentucky as you go door to door, swinging bridge to swinging bridge, in your long flowered dress telling those lost people of the world that god is going to kill them at Armageddon if they don’t join your religion Take this curdled crumbly batter you have been given Pour it out of the bowl Onto the ground Let the earth swallow up trauma, grief, fear, neglect and crazy ass religion Begin the whole thing over Start with your innate intuition Generously add fresh squeezed joy Stir in plenty of kindness Sing over the batter, praises of rising again Place this delicious goodness in your heart Fall in love this time around with rewriting your own recipe for Baking a new life cake