Sometimes I wish I had God.
Any God will do.
The big booming voice to say:
Squeeze my hand, this is going to hurt
cosmic beard that I can nestle in
put cucumbers over my eyes
and pretend it's Sunday morning forever
In that static electric grey cloud
where I can hiss at the wicked
and hum at the meek.

Sometimes I wish I had Religion.
Sometimes I envy those who do.
Bartender, I'll take one of what they're having!

Everyone needs something to take the edge off, right?

But then I see the commandments
written in the fables of children
I see holiness in the eyes of my lover
and forgiveness in the silence of my friends.
My family is my flock,
no- the whole world is my flock
and I am all lamb and leader
and leaf
a trinity
drifting

through an endless river of love.

I am Godless.
I have no Religion.

But I am blessed by divinity.

recycle my broken heart
separate the clean from ***** glass
and arrange like so.

Step back, look down.
The anatomy is the same
but the function is different

I have always been this way,
but I have evolved.

I am not a woman.
I am not a man.
I am a person.
It changes nothing,
and it changes everything.

Gently probe these timid valves, soothe their staccato poetry
read the weathered veins like palmistry
I shouldn't feel surprised.
My first kiss was
a girl.

It's not a phase.
It is a circle.
It is a cycle.

Get out. Get out of here.
If anybody poisoned the waterhole
it was certainly you.
Put the squish of your smile away
Why sheaf the knife in a lipsticked rictus
if it's going to end up in my back all the same?
Oh, spare me the theatrics.
If you only mean me harm
I'd rather know.
So that I can curtsey
and take the high road.
Mentor, if you taught me anything
during that winter
it was not to be weak.
And so you have my best regards.
And now you may get out.