Church of the Goddess (Round 2)

Let’s workshop this poem about well-to-do white people going on ayahuasca retreats in desperation to fill the void of their lives with something exotic (Eat-Pray-Love style)

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Church of the Goddess 

For gringos anxious
for world-rocking insights
into themselves (yet 
with no distress),

the ayahuasca retreat
had cruise-ship amenities—
but, had they ears,
that they needed 

the all-inclusive package
would have told them
who they are 
more than any tea could.

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This poem is unpublished