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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

God Doesn't Care About You

Hey there
I don't mean to interrupt
But God left the answer to your prayers in my mailbox
and thinking of the whole
love thy neighbor thing
I thought I'd stop by

What do you mean
God doesn't care?
God doesn’t care who you slept with last night
Whether you were married
their gender
what you’re eating
Whether you get that job or girl
God doesn’t give a shit
If you show up on Saturdays or Sundays
If you cheat on your test or wife
If you go to college
God doesn't care if you believe
Because God believes in herself
Because God is fucking God
the clock creator doesn't spare seconds of worry over
If your political or religious views are right
If you think the Grand Canyon’s a let down
Or Siberia's too cold
Most of all God does not care
if Beyonce is vegan

You are a pixel in a netflix binge
blurring into daylight

To those who say God is full of shit:
don't forget
God has tons to give
God cares
when you freeze House of Cards
in the middle of a season finale
you miss the toilet and don't clean it
When you reduce forests to shredded pages
Bomb his cities
Rape a fourteen year old girl
Polluting music with hate speech
Attacking pregnant wives with serrated blades
Selling skin for oil
and justice for power
Whispering the name to propel rockets at preschools
Murdering families because you don’t like the pigments
God put in their skin

To those who sew mouths shut:
God made them open for a reason
Gave women and children and minorities mouths
to speak
And ears
for us to listen
truth to find
Freedom to enjoy
life lined with liberty
to carve a path down each intersection
God hates when you destroy creations
Degrade oceans to junk yards
And women to punching bags
Ignoring operating directions placed in every vein
that makes you a human being
God doesn’t care how old you are when you drink
but when you’d rather do it than father your children
rather vomit your values than learn to carry them through sunrise

God cares about a lot of things
But he doesn’t care about you
Or me
He cares about us
so it's about time
we give a shit about each other

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Sorry For Writing About You

I’m going to write something amazing
Something they’ll dissect in English classes
And reference in modern black and white films
Laced with stupid inspirational quotes new adults will pen into their skin
You’ll see it all over tumblr in thousands of infantile fonts
And you’ll want to hate it
But my words will still mean something
No matter how many empty mediums they’re spread across

I’m going to write something
That ivy league hopefuls will quote in their college essays
Which perfectly good writers use as their wedding vows
Because I said it all, better, and first

I’m going to write something
That doesn’t sound like me at all
It’s going to be mature and elegant
Success not undermined by ambition
That gives this earth the impression that I’m wise
Instead of young and human
I’m going to use rhymes as an icepick to wedge myself between the classics
My grandmother will repeat the lines to herself as she stitches together scarves
Sentences that will stay as an infection of dementia crawls through her mind

I’m going to write an explanation
That outlines why
The universe is anything but a solitary stanza
After graduating to extreme all schools of thought go to the same university
We think we need to diet to really live
I’ve noticed that
The tears of terrestrial creatures taste like the ocean
Is pain what ties us to the sea
Or does it evoke the agony of losing it?

We focus on the firsts
But I’m going to write about the lasts
The final kisses, finds, and failures
Integrate train tracks with animal spoors
Using my hands to carve footprints
Understand how we fly through time but only fall in love

I’m going to write it all
Not today or tomorrow
But in the echo of one of these moments
So you can complain that being a character in my existence
Means that you become a person in my writing
But at the end of the day

You’ll want that poem to be about you.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

When I Take My Clothes Off For You

When I take my clothes off for you
I won’t do it for sex
I’ll do it to be naked
To show you my scars
Outline all the cracks in my facade
Like the gash on my knee
Chiseled in by rocks
The hairless strip on my right shin
I earned when testing a razor for the first time
Shaving away skin with hair that had not even grown in yet
I’d take off my shirt to let you examine
The piece between my shoulder and underarm
The bit of me that fell out
When I was dancing at the wrong store at the wrong time by the wrong shelf
I’d shuffle out of my skirt to display the burnt patch on my thigh
From when my fingers were tempted by the hot dispenser of the cooler
And the outline of agony when my father didn't believe it actually hurt
I’d show you the tunnels on my stomach
Where the butterflies soared out
As an almost lover said it was time to migrate
And the streak on my forehead 
I created while questioning if my attempts to mean something
Were simply me conforming to a fresh brand of nonconformity
If I loved you enough I’d throw off my heels
So you could see the blisters that coat my feet
I made running away from someone I was becoming
I won’t wear anything
When I’m ready to display the craters on my arms
Engraved from carrying the weight of the universe
I’d look up towards the sky
So you could explore the crack between my chin and neck
Sculpted by the endless glances towards my feet
When I was too afraid to look at the reality before me
You can even stare at my butt
Look at the bruise stained footprints
The souvenirs of the endless times life has kicked my ass
But you can also trace over my sister’s hand-prints on my back
And the eroded streams on my cheeks
From when my feelings shattered their shackles
And escaped the rib cage prison
Where I seal cells with silver lines of poetry flowing through my fingers
Which have impressions of pencils and pages and promises
I could never hold onto
I’ll be your landmark
Something you visited on a field trip
That you study from three feet away
When I take my clothes off for you
You’ll feel the need to eliminate that distance
And slam your form against mine to make sense of it all
But this is me undressed
At my most naked
Laced in crevices and cracks
The closest I can let anyone in
This is the only way I know how to give myself to you
I just ask that you show me the scars on your throat
From all the times your head and heart got into fist fights
The gashes in your mouth from the moments you’ve been tongue tied
Let me peel off your pants to see
The sores on your legs you made trying to stand taller than you are
Or up when the easier position was down
And if we get there
If I ever find someone worth visiting the scarred section of my soul with
Then I think it would be OK if you severed the tourist lines
Because I won’t be foreign to you
And we can let our guards down
Or at least off duty
And you can touch me
Because at that point, you already have.


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