Oklahoma

The wind comes sweeping down the plain and certain days continues east, settling into a breeze up among mountains and I breathe it into my lungs, and it catches on my rage. When I remember your secrets you calling God as your expert witness against me. The King, and His Men, and You, against me… Continue reading Oklahoma

guess I’m a jealous god, too

My forgotten unforgiven, all these years of misplaced piety and prayers. I admit I understand the appeal– he is easier to confess to; you never looked in his eyes and dehumanized to justify your inhumanity, plus he's everyone's favorite placeholder, after all his forgiveness has overnight delivery. I do hope your religion can save you,… Continue reading guess I’m a jealous god, too