Category: Poetry

Angry when I found no joy in things meant for delight, I’d put myself up on a shelf walk out into the night drag a hopeful body through the darkness with half friends listen to repeated words meant for destructive ends. Sometimes I’d let them kiss my lips and think I’d get my fix But…

Remember when the clock hit 3 and we’d run to your house, Willing to contradict the entire planet, Poking fun at the over-enthusiastic tenor in third row? I went home and practiced Ave Maria for an hour.

Mistaken adoration makes my stomach weak. Claims of goodness follow lies between piano keys. Consume all righteous credit and call it humility. For two hours be the person I pretend to be. Their flattery feeds my self-loathing. Bubbling beneath my smile, My lips threaten the truth. I’m a liar. I don’t know this god. But…