sticky

=Sticky=

I never heard the gospel until I was sixteen. Days were ripe, fresh. Jesus was jammed between my teeth and I was savoring every bite. I must have liked the taste because I’ve been going to church ever since. He was juiced, sucked, rearranged and filtered back into the sparse areas of my life where I hadn’t yet accepted. Geometrically misplaced and then brought back by and exchange of psalms. I haven’t tried to bypass the word of God since. I’ve been too busy crooning with the choir.