Indiana University Bloomington

Easter Eggs

salt and pepp
er smiles open
wide eyes blin
king like fourth
of july firework
s eyes on my e
yes in my eyes
into my mind and two fingers—thumb pointer—poised like
a dancer before the curtain closes pulling through teeth gre
en string Bulb by Bulb by Bulb one after the other with a s
ucking sound—deep and shallow—all bright fuzzy-rimmed
niveous He pull
ed and He look
ed and I looked
and I said “fath
er doesn’t that
burn?” I said an
d He said “this li
ttle light of min
e We’re gonna l
et it shine” and
He laughed and
I wept and our H
ands dripped sac
raments onto th
e marble
countertops


Easter Eggs came to me one day while looking at green Christmas lights hanging in my friend’s apartment. I suddenly thought of the image of someone pulling them out of their mouth slowly and wrote this directly thereafter. Overall, this poem is trying to grapple with family tensions regarding religion and devotion-how do differing devotional attachments strain and crack the kitchen countertops, silent but felt all the same?  There is a tension, a pressure, and a kind of intimidation built into this that rubs up against and is never fully without the genuine desire for inclusion and community. It is an uncomfortable demonstration of devotion that is lost in translation.


Rachel Carpenter is a senior studying English, comparative mythology, religious studies and folklore.

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