The granite girl stands to recite. Catechism quotes limn the inside of her eyelids. Her fingernails spike her hands to her thighs. She prays for Rorschach stigmata to stain her virginal palms. Her insatiable need is for the sainthood of white doves. Her face aches for the crescent moon purity of wimple and coif. “The … Continue reading The Baltimore Catechism – Unrequited Love by Roy Beckemeyer