BIRTHDAY PARTY

If I love you 

I will show up early and leave late 

Bring tequila, grapefruits, limes, a bag of ice 

Dance and sing and smile til everything hurts 

In exchange all I want is 

 the music inside me 

Turn it all the way up 

As I take the speaker into my hands 

Hold the beat to my ribs, my diaphragm, 

Vibrating the pain 

Strumming my pelvic floor 

holding me together 

A stroke of luck to be here

Seasons

When I wake up and it's
cold
And my eyes are going to 
sting when I'm running
I think of how bad about
myself
I always feel on the first 
beautiful day 
Of the year
How I didn't get enough
done
When it was nasty and 
miserable
And then I'm fine

rough draft prayer

 

To desire is not to want 

but to need. 

Desire is a recognition 

and surrender to God’s Will. 

God’s Will  is the hunger 

of reality. I desire wrath,

I desire judgement. 

I confess the sin of Pride. 

Father, help me to 

not be arrogant enough to 

believe that  I can forgive 

every sin, every transgression, 

every murder;  that I can redeem 

what is truly lost and evil. 

Almighty Lord, 

I pray for your Wrath. 

For the enemies of Good to feel fear, 

for their families to starve, 

for them to be beaten in the streets, 

for them to watch their teeth rot away, 

for their humiliation, 

for their shame to be overwhelming

until death. 

Almighty Lord, 

I pray for your Judgement

on this Nation, 

for their hatred and lies, 

for their vacuous, soulless eyes. 

Strengthen the hand of their adversaries, 

quicken their marches, 

guide their swords to wicked flesh. 

Heavenly Father, 

forgive me for I am full of pride, 

arrogant to believe that I can 

forgive what I cannot fathom, 

what I cannot stand nor stomach; 

arrogant to believe that I possess 

your soft and brutal grace, 

your irrational and gratuitous mercy.