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Kate DeLay | Poetry
[ My father says ] I never seen a man do the work of God like Daddy did
from his kitchen chair, phone receiver btween his shoulder & ear, six-foot cord tangled round
his mess of walkin canes, leaned aginst the doorframe, & [ when my grandfather’s lucky,
my father says ] he’s blessed, he’s talkin up the salesperson on the other end, sayin
how’s yer day goin, young lady, no, I don’ needa new vacuum, but tell me,
what makes yers so special, & Daddy’s waitin like a snake in grass [ my father says sweetly ]
& jus near the end of the call, he says, so dyou call Jesus Christ yer Lord & Savior, & I’d hear
the other end muffle out an answer, so he asks, well, dyou wanna ask Jesus
into your heart, He’ll take all yer sins & wash em white as snow, & I never seen
nothin like it, he’d out-sold the seller [ throws his head back & laughs ] Lord ave mercy,
he wasn buyin vacuums or hair regrowth serum but he had em buyin Christ,
why, he’d reckon he’d brought souls to Christ in more’n eleven countries
[ oh, we thought this could save us ] & when he finally lets the salesperson go, Daddy says bye-bye now,
I’ll see you in heaven, my new sister in Christ [ I love these men ] [ what could save me ]
Kate DeLay is a poet from Tennessee. Her work can be found or forthcoming in The Iowa Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Quarterly West, and elsewhere. She is the winner of the 2023 William Matthews Poetry Prize, selected by Diane Seuss. Kate is Black Warrior Review’s Editor in Chief.