Church

The bank I go to
is in an old church building,
with high cathedral ceilings
and stained glass windows,
and I can’t help but think
that the bank owners
maintained the old church look
on purpose,
to ensure that we know that
the dollar is meant to be
worshipped like the body
of Christ.

I ask the teller if he can
cash my check.
He says that he can.
And then he hands me
my money like he’s giving me
the Eucharist.
I thank him for this,
then I put the bills
in my wallet
and say, “amen.”
He looks at me like
he’s confused.


DEAD RED FISH

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

60 thoughts on “Church

      1. I guess both the capitalist bankers and today’s wealthy megachurch evangelists (who supposedly require $52 million jet planes ✈️ to help them preach the Gospel) are attempting a materialistic Marxist Hegelian synthesis of both Christ and Mammon (the ancient Babylonian god of banking and commerce).

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  1. Hahaha! So fucking true. This is the way to look at it for sure. And it’s always so hushed and somber in a bank. Like, fuck! Woo-hoo!!! I’m getting cash money, bitches! I’m excited! 🙄 Instead everyone talks in hushed and reverent tones. good lord….

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  2. There was an old church here in my city that someone bought and converted into a music venue, called it “purgatory.” I think it was eventually condemned when the balcony collapsed during a show. I have never seen a bank repurpose a building though, that’s wild. I think I’d be standing in line thinking “was someone molested right here where I stand?”

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