Wednesday, April 5, 2023

like a stone in your throat

It feels like dying, this new life you gave,

this roughskinned seed of faith. I'm like a stone

caught in your throat. You said you'd save

sinners, not the righteous. Your name tastes

burned and bitter in my mouth.


You said you wouldn't leave us, here, alone.

 

Your blood's dried sticky, bitter on my teeth--

the hot salt lump of meat caught in my throat.

I gulp and choke. It's not meat my body needs,

not this raw gore. I wanted bread and wine.

You said this is my body: take and eat.

 

I take you into myself. My stomach turns

outside itself, revolts. I'd throw you up 

like the beast revolted Jonah onto the earth,

to preach your gospel to some shithole shanty town

poor enough to pray for your new birth.

 

I drink you like gold ash: precious, poison.

Crawl like a fly, tasting the burned dirt with my feet

to crystal streams, where praise warps into noise,

salt in my ears.

I hate it here.

 

I hate it here.

And you, still, say Come. Say,

Take and eat.


Wednesday, March 1, 2023

i dreamed i lay me down to sleep

I dreamed I lay me down to sleep

And did not rise again;

Whatever tears my lovers wept

They watered me like rain.


I was a garden, in my bed--

I melted into earth

While all the loves I ever had

Crawled through me like white worms,


And all the loves I ever loved

Sprang up, like seeds to sun,

Alive, unlost, though I forgot

Their names as I dissolved.