Say prayer is sex with God, biblically
knowing the divine in bedrooms, mid-sized
cars, with backs arched over kitchen tables— …
First published in Amethyst Review .
“maybe Jesus was having an off day”
maybe Jesus was having an off day
after His first attempt, the blind man saw
men like trees walking. “what the fuck is this
bullshit?” Morgan slams her bible against
six months of sterile friends, cards and flowers.
she follows the poison from pouch to vein,
and knows she’ll find no comfort in this book
of magical half healings, where ancient
prophets cure disease with muddy water
and bronze snakes raised like the caduceus
above the cancer ward. she can’t accept
men like trees walking. a third string angel
could do better than a patch of soft clay
and warm spit applied with two calloused hands.
First published in Rhino (2010)
“sindication”
sindication
Say Hell’s a rerun of Miami Vice
where a D-list celebrity supplies
a lackluster voiceover…
This poem was selected from entries submitted to Typishly’s Creative Challenge Series #53.