8:00 Mass
Sniffed snot & incessant coughs. Hanker-
chief hymns as homily drones. Snippet
whisperconversation. Snorts drown outside summer
shouts. Revved sedans on Sunday morning.
Burned incense. Overdosed elderly perfume.
Expired lily petals. The room is filled with stained
glass sunrays and parishioners
nodding themselves to salvation.
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Elizabeth Pellegrino is a sophomore at SUNY Geneseo. She studies creative writing, geology, and linguistics, runs MiNT Magazine, and watches cat videos in her down time. She is a passionate consumer of Icelandic landscape photography, London Fog lattes, notebooks with grid paper, and Disney music written for the harp.