They want to hold a marriage conference,
where we’ll all nod, say, “Oh yes,
marriage is hard,”
like it’s a grand secret, where we will not
say how, but we will all know
about Adam and Eve’s greatest practical
Tag: Religion
ground
I want to know
if songs can sing,
crash
i didn’t mean to sell my soul to the devil. the
words were mixed in the comic book, an
d i was playing them on my tongue, processing
them in my mind, producing them like a con
demned symphony. i asked my mom
how to get it back, but she said, shouldn’t
Accounting
Putting everything that we don’t need to
prove, because it can’t be proven, because it can’t
be proven wrong, on the list of things
we’re free from,
#ally #enlightened
The stranger said, “My name is Ken.
What can I ask the god of the universe for, for you?”
I said, “I need my husband to land a job
that pays some bills while preserving his health.”
Ken said, “You don’t understand your plight
as a woman in our sexist world-
Assurance
Perhaps this preacher is self-assured
because he’s oblivious
to all he didn’t earn.
He shoves me condemnation,
though I’m not sure why.
I’ve slowly learned
not to obey this anxiety he sells me
for the price of my soul.
Weekly, I reassure myself
that I would obey a better voice,
but in fear I ask, if my faith
only soothes, does it lack works, dead?
This day, I finally grasp
that if this white man isn’t god,
and the oily logic from this pulpit isn’t god’s words,
Gracia
And grace
slapped me
across the face
and I didn’t know
what to do
with it.
I tried to give it back ‘cuz I didn’t want it,
but, oh, grace knew me better than that.
I tried to give it back ‘cuz I didn’t deserve it,
but grace knew herself well as well.
The skin on my cheeks started
tingling,
burning-
sudden, foreign,
strange,
“Make it stop!”
But we can’t make such strength do nothing,
and grace was after me,
so I ran, but, oh, it was before me too-
Alpha, Omega,
“I am that I am”.
I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
I grab my corpse by her hair and yank
her onto her feet, slam her into a tree,
‘til the bark cuts her back so she’s hanging thereRead More »
Suffering
When my black butterflies come
with their razor wings that make me bleed,
and they darken the horizon as far as eye can see,
(And the black butterflies do come,
with their razor wings that scratch and screech
on the chalkboard of my heart, to start to suck the nectar out.)Read More »
Kisses
Oh, formless father,
what is it like to receive
the kisses I give?Read More »
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