Sacrament by Cleveland Wall How many gray Saturdays did I cross under the marquee seeking solace, always met with a gust of carnival gold fresh from the hopper, glint with mother-loving butter? Anonymous in the flickering cave, I watched the shadows back and forth, slunk in my seat, salt on my fingers, butter on my tongue, clear through the credits— hulls and burnt kernels lolling at the bottom of the tub. After the last blip and crackle, when the lights came up, I would go outside, where sometimes the afternoon had turned golden.
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Cleveland Wall is a poet, teaching artist, and maker of things out of other things. She performs with interactive poetry troupe No River Twice and with musical combo The Starry Eyes. Her first full-length poetry collection, Let X=X , was published by Kelsay Books in the fall of 2019. She is also the sole librarian at Books on the Hill, a mighty twig of the Bethlehem Area Public Library. https://www.clevelandwall.com/ https://www.instagram.com/clevelandwall/ https://twitter.com/ClevelandWall
