Poem by Dezene Huber

Photography © Allison Goldin

 

Cords/Chords

I got to wake up
extra early each
morning to ride transit
to my hyper
              -fundamentalist
                           -charismatic
                                        –evangelical
high school with only
fifty-five students
but at least
eighteen cliques
across the three grades.

Dress code
Levi’s cords (really?)
or at least nothing closely resembling jeans
unless we could sneak in with white or black jeans
because it was the eighties.

And girls wore skirts
with hems below their knees
so as not to tempt
wayward guy eyes
except on Fridays
or if it was colder than

“minus twenty at the airport at seven AM”

because presumably God was
              too cold
                           to care
                                       then too.

Then each Wednesday in chapel
at ten o’clock
Pastor Al
berated us for
a half hour
for our
              drinkin’
                         and sexin’
                                       (not sextin’ remember this was the eighties)

which none of us were actually doin’
but all of us probably wished we were doin’
or somethin’.
Zing a G
chord on your pink guitar,
Donna-in-the-sequined-white-leather-jump-suit-and-Def-Leppard-perm
and let’s all sing another verse of
             Shine
                            Jesus
                                       Shine

 

Photography © Allison Goldin
Photography © Allison Goldin

 

Dezene Huber lives in Prince George, British Columbia and attended a truly ecumenical assemblage of private schools in my youth. I now teach biology at the University of Northern British Columbia. I have previously been published in Poetry is Dead magazine.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in California. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles.