i have never believed in ***,
the bible is a series of stanzas,
which i could never translate into meaning.
it is poetry which never made my spine tremble,
usually i can feel when words piece together the fragments of my heart,
like tectonic plates making love underneath the earth's sheets.
and if it doesn't remind me that my body is not just an instrument for respiration,
it is not poetry to me.
if it does not remind me of the first time someone made a church out of my lips,
or the last time someone threw rocks at the stained glass windows of my soul.
if it does not replicate the sensation of falling to my death,
and then being resurrected
as the feeling of adrenaline baptizes my body.
i don't want to hear it.
somehow the prophets have only reminded me of the home where my childhood is buried in the backyard.
a breeding space for loneliness.
i have always wished on stars,
and prayed to the moon,
because at least for eight hours of the day, i can see them.
at least i know they're actually there,
my life has been a series of conversations with walls,
i've been on hold for twenty years.
this life has showed me enough of building walls,
and how to make graveyards
and abandoned buildings out of my own bones.
i've spent enough time sipping wine,
and breaking apart my insides,
and somehow still making it look like a celebration,
isn't that what people do at church anyway?
instead i construct stanzas out of my pain,
i architect the universe into a church because
rain and holy water taste the same to me,
except the rain does not taste like my ex-lovers lies burning the back of my throat.
i refuse to let more strangers into my life,
just to remind me that my voice has never been loud enough,
that a scream is just a sound when no one is listening.
what kind of *** sacrifices his own son,
my father sacrificed his daughter's sanity for the bottle,
and there isn't a scripture
that can make that story hurt any less.
there isn't a *** that can precipitate the salt from my wounds,
but the moon is a streetlight in a darkened alleyway,
it is a lighthouse in a turbulent sea of sorrow.
so yes i worship the stars.
because all these years they still remind me that,
there is beauty in burning,
that i do not have to wait around to be saved,
and the moon is the only *** i will ever need because
it reminds me that i have already saved myself,