they say we
were born
sinful,
that because
eve ate the apple
and all that shit,
(even though apples
wouldn't have
grown in that
area at that time),
she created sin, and
because of her
stupid ass, we're
all sinners from
the get-go,
from the second
we start breathing.

well, sorry honey,
but my original
sin started
with you.

i washed it off
of me this evening,
cleansed my body
from head to toe,
submerged my
soul in rose petal
bathwater, held my
breath, like being
born again, and
i came out of my
makeshift womb
a little less filthy,
without you.
something like
a baptism,
i mean, if you
believed
in that kind of thing.

and i wonder,
when you sang,
"jesus christ,
that's a pretty face,"
along with the car
stereo, who you thought
you were talking to,
and if you were ever
once talking
about me,
but i don't think
you were
because our
love was written
by two stupid kids,
just like the bible
was written by the
hands of a man, and
translated by the minds
of many, and god only
knows what it was even
meant to say
in the first place
(no pun intended).

i don't know why
it bothers me.
it's just that, all this
praying i do
in my bed at night
would seem a
whole lot more
effective
if i were talking
to the same guy
you were talking to.