Their god has no grace for sinners, you see
His plan was scribbled on a silk pocket square,
there’s no saving me,

no more children braiding crowns of daisies,
the neighborhood keeps watch from a lawn chair,
Their god has no grace for sinners, you see

past the pungent smell of the magnolia tree
I thought, at last, I outran the white hare—
there’s no saving me;

taste the blood on your tongue, corpus christi
living in pink condos of despair.
Their god has no grace for sinners, you see

when the snowbirds lead beastly
baptism by oil, Factory incense in the air,
there’s no saving me

pulled by the tides, foaming at the mouth, if only
the crying canary knows how I fare,
Their god has no grace for sinners, you see
there’s no saving me.

Gabrielle Linder (she/her) (CC '25) is a double major, studying Political Science, specializing in political theory and American politics, as well as Creative Writing, completing a cross-genre study in nonfiction and poetry. She will be continuing her studies as a creative nonfiction MFA candidate at NYU. Her work is featured in an anthology from Dahlia Books, and has appeared in the Grand Forks Herald, Forever Magazine, FRONTRUNNER Magazine, Columbia Undergraduate Law Review, and more. She can be found on Instagram @gabriellelinder.