POETRY

No, God

You can’t make me drink

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No, God,
I can’t become a believer
I’ve been misled by deceivers
but my mind is a cleaver
I can’t leave it to beavers
when the wood chips are cedar
I’ll split like señoritas
leaving crumbs just to feed us…

So, No, God,
I seek no alliance
just peace from the violence
— a moment of silence —
where my demons can’t find us
and all my selves
can finally meet all of themselves
and not look over their shoulders
praying for angels to guide us.

Oh, God,
What have I done
I’ve been gone for so long
every song has been sung
everything has been done
all wars have been won
and Alone, we are one.

Dear, God,
It’s lonely and cold down here far below
this rock has a knack for scratching it’s back, so
we’re about to get thrown out of…