Secular Reconciliation & Peach Wine

SECULAR RECONCILIATION 

 

baby’s blue body baptized in bubblegum. 

I saw god pinky promise you yesterday. 

so casual, so careless.  

someone’s savior started something, 

and I hate that my tummy hurts. 

a sinner, sick and sobbing over my oatmeal. 

I was never confirmed, hardly corrupted.  

faithlessness was never something I covered 

or committed to control.  

 

I’ve heard that the politicians let the police play with fire 

they burn the poets, the painters, and the poor.  

the dead that don’t believe in burial, nameless, 

born fist first and worried,  

sleep short to start.  

today’s exchange is five-fifty for forty.  

 

to think we’ve all tasted him. 

the lord, 

the little box I complacently  

checked no to 

too early one sainted Sunday.  

 

 

PEACH WINE 

 

today I am drunk. 

I am drunk on peach wine, 

and I am safe. 

because I am alone.  

I am drunk and I am safe for the very first time, 

but one day I’ll fall in love, 

and so will she. 

I’ll fall in love and then I can be drunk in love. 

drunk in love and safe for the very first time.  

 

and she will hold my hair back when I throw up. 

she will help me take off my make up before I sleep. 

I will be drunk in love 

and asleep in her arms  

and safe, 

and to this day I have never felt that, 

 

but one day, 

one day, 

I will.