PLUR Psalms 01: Annunciation

Angel Gabrielle
(my sister’s bff)
appears before me,
a vision:

glitter hair hula skirt cute
dimples lip-ring
moon boots fairy wings

Glad tidings (the angel says):
you’re going out to firestone with us tonight
you’ll love it so
I’ve brought you a pill
do not be afraid

This greeting troubles
I try to demure

But the angel answers:
you will be called raver
find favor in the crowd
the music claims you
in the thrall of your high
behold your sister Lizzy
proclaims this gospel too

I am made servant to the beat:
as they spoke, it is done.
Ecstasy leapt in my belly, for my joy
This generation calls me blessed