You paid more attention To your red letters Than to the colored words of Jesus. I guess accessibility is what it takes To name our identity.
Mean words were accessible to you, Easier to come by than scripture. Already imprinted in your head From childhood, No need for memorization Or word for word quotation, Or chapter and verse References. It didnโt matter who said what.
Cruelty is easy.
Crueltyโs simplicity made it easy To write your own red letter verses On your body. After all, All you had to do to find the right tool Was to open a drawer and find a razor blade, Not leaf through thousands of strangely thin pages And tiny columned sentences.
So now in this new era Of adulthood, I try to make love Accessible to you, I try to make it accessible to myself. No more red letters in pale skin, Just glowing love Held in the palms of our hands Well past midnight, Made of pixelated letters Typed by nail-bitten thumbs.