2015 07 08
I ignore the ringing phone of his hope
and remember the wood bat of his rage.
I walk alone on the pier after dark
and see my face in the dark restless waves.
Jesus is a character we devise
to personify the best man can be.
"I cannot be like Jesus," he declared,
"because I can be nobody but me."
How can I escape the rope of his words
that bind me to the door of sacrifice?
I will never go back to church again
for I prayed but no one answered my prayers.
My grandmother joined hands with her best friends
and they sang while dancing on the full moon.
I stand alone on the shimmering full moon
and become a dolphin leaping in waves.