Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 01, 2017

Dibs on the god of chocolate!!

A1!

So it was sort of weird for Mom to react by telling me not to roll my eyes like that. It certainly had not happened, after all. I was off script and the everything else was going on as planned, with or without me. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t brain chemistry gone weird from endocrine hormone secretions or anything like that. Reality was broken. This wasn’t part of growing up. This wasn’t part of anything usual at all. This wasn’t even a trip to Wonderland.

The right lighting is needed for a cup of chai Celestial Seasonings® tea for two and two for tea. Caffeine or not?

throw a virgin in the volcano….this will help global warming when it erupts.

The Deicide does not ever miss out on a meal..

Whatever you like, Ms. Dickinson. I am at your disposal (very probably).

What’s the difference between old-fashioned and modern sacramental consumption?

The hyphen?

Finding god on the glider requires swinging on the veranda.

Why, Grandma, what big eyes you have!

How many miles to the god does that thing get?

Emily! You know I told you to leave those porch lights on or else to come inside! What would people think? I’ll not have the neighbors gossiping about “that publicly god-consuming poet on the porch” of my house! If you must partake of such rituals, do so in indoors privacy or in the appropriate house of worship. We have a reputation to maintain in this town. You know what happened in the last town!

Try outs in Sacramento for ungodly worshippers.