A SONNET FOR SAINTHOOD

We are a divine rebellion, you and I.

Or, so says the filiree cross chained around your throat, bearing the weight of our transgressions: a baptism of our bodies defying the Law.

Someday, I’d like you to pray to me instead, so I can nail your tongue between your teeth. Together, we could create our own sacraments.

You still have faith; I can hear it in your unveiling revelation that sounds suspiciously like a plea for penance and the meaning of “I love you.”

A perditious confession: I relish in the memory of staining saintly gold.

Callie Fedd

Class of 2022

she is the first wildflowers of spring

Natalie Taylor-Watkins

Photography

Class of 2023