A Brief Interaction With God and Pizza

by Ashley Pearson

 

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   I was Christened fashionably late in a white lace gown from the sales rack at Bergners. I can not remember being baptised, but I imagine it was a grand affair. Much of my family was in tow; a crowd of stiff pressed black pants and strong cologne.

    My dear Uncle, who was on the brink of his third divorce and fourth marriage, was named as my godfather. I wonder if the title of godmother was passed between girlfriends/wives and handed down like a worn Bible. I thank God that I never had to come under their care and be tucked away in the back of some book shelf.

     My baptism brought a sense of normalcy to my birth which was wedlocked, adopted, and foreign. There had never been a Korean to hold my last name. But, there were generations of blonde or bald heads dunked by Lutheran pastors. And, in tradition, my bush of black hair had to be plunged too.

    Briefly, in the baptismal font, a small German child reflected below me.

I imagine that we celebrated in good, middle-class, Midwestern fashion with a pot roast at home or pizza from a place that handcuts their own pepperoni. I could not eat solid food, but maybe one of my cock-eyed cousins slipped me a pomegranate seed to ensure my sanctity, fertility, and abundance (it was never too early to spit blasphemy on a girl).

Wedlocked, I was 0-1 with God. Perhaps, 613 seeds down the road, I could break even with Him.

A Brief Interaction With God and Pizza by Ashley Pearson has also appeared in Qmunicate Magazine and Unpublishable Zine

Author Bio

I am a writer and creative writing and biology double major at Knox College. I am Korean-American. I have been published in The Global Youth Review, Ogma Magazine, Qmunicate Magazine, Catch Magazine, and elsewhere. My work is forthcoming in Ginosko Literary Journal. I divide my time between Monmouth and Galesburg Illinois. I can be found on Twitter @ashley___writes and Instagram @ashleynicolewrites.