A Small Ask
Forgotten, no longer needed, dear St. Christopher, if I call on you, will you be created, or will I be redirected, some other close-enough-but-not-exact selected by some heavenly process to sub in as listener?
If you’re not able to hear me, upon whom shall I call? My book of holy saints is large, so I have a full docket: modern Carlo Acutis to ancient Zechariah the Prophet. I don’t want to bother, it’s nothing major, in fact it’s rather small. Look, I’m being silly. If people called on Saint Guinefort then I can call on you and I trust someone will listen: I’m scared, please keep my mother in remission, I’m getting really worried about my aunt’s cognition, and I’m travelling home. So please help, St. Christopher.
Steven Soebbing is a poet who lives on a farm near Quincy, Illinois. His work explores queer desire, faith, inheritance, and the uneasy relationship between belief and authority.
