I lost the skeletons in my closet and
dusted off the cobwebs in my mind.
With this wonderful pre-existing idea,
I’ve evaluated the stems of cut-throat
flowers and dived into the obese sea.
No longer dividing existence by days
and numbers of a Mayan calendar,
keeping integrity at any cost.
Believing in truth is suffice to say,
that her arrival will repair bridges and
For it is all determined by the unspoken
word in my household,
which they pray to appear before me,
in some shape, form or size.
Normal conversations are those
that involve interpretations of
minds and souls,
when thoughts are
that don’t involve
parental obligations, favors
It’s similar to head hunters
in Africa or palm reading gypsies,
the believable tales of
miracles, and yet nothings
never been recorded,
except for bibles and
other archaic books.
Religion has no place
in modern society,
for how can people
believe in the same
thing the Mayans
Sun and rain gods
But then I remember,
Reclining my head on
the plexiglas window,
and for once,
thinking I was in…
Yevgeniy Levitskiy has received a B.A. in English-Education from Brooklyn College, and is currently pursuing a M.A. His writing has been published numerous times in The Junction. His forthcoming publications include The Books They Gave Me (Free Press/Simon & Schuster), Maggot Bible, and Eunoia Review. He is currently at work on his second novel.