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The House of Earthly Delights // Front Door // Exterior Front Panels 

Sophia Chong | Poetry

after Hieronymus Bosch 

Who knew god 
ate at 7-Eleven, so prosaic 
beside neon taquitos. 

He sold 
out, moved upstate 
to golf in polos, swig 

Diet Coke, dream 
of Gandalf and gold rings 
as we built him 

another shrine. 
He stashed 
sweets in his pockets, 

beckoned to the little 
girls, taught us 
the danse macabre

stretched our legs 
apart, planted arbors 
with our arched backs, 

instructed us to mirror 
his mouth, knew 
how small we were. 

I’ll never forgive you.