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Devotion

Am I supposed to want you every morning? 

This heart is virgin to joy

but the hymen's broken

by Fathers of Faith

who merely traded hookup hearts

for Sunday stages

 

They stand

behind the pulpit

bending congregants

to (their) fervor and (your) will

Commending the dailyness

inseminating naive wombs of souls

with doctrine

violating the sacred message

that is in an empty tomb

So I left

 

god is N O T H E R E

 

I AM unfaithful

grace in a b a n d o n m e n t

formless and void  

is more like a heart of flesh  

than these elders

have ever known

The absence is welcome

 

I don't want you

How could I 

when I've never even been

a p a r t  

is it that odd

for the woman to say

no?

Did your spirit overwhelm Magdalene from the torture of seven

to fill her with just one more? 

Church like pimps finding lovers for their holy harem

 

The voice inside me calls

B E W I L D E R

So I run to the desert

and realize not mine

but your devotion

to leave

me

 

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