Poetry: Can We Talk Judy?

Gonna burn well, I’m sure you’re excited

Willing to ask the universe questions, unfortunately not invited

I’ll settle into my personal pit, regret and torment forever

That’s how love works when you can get your shit together

Honey I’ve prayed in nice churches, honey I’ve cried at many altars while searching for purpose

Almost cut my my genitals off more than twice, almost took eyes out to save holy sight

Gave all my money away to someone else, tithes of ten percent so curses left

Honey I’ve fasted and went without drinking anything, honey I’m still, nothing


So can I talk to you in my despair as I keep losing receding hair

Glance up maybe you’ll throw down a smile and laugh before I get killed

Caught in mazes with entrances for exits, victim mentality doesn’t help it at all I need to see this through

Don’t let me burn while you dance for your god above

Because you know damn well if you were I’d come get you out

Right before Sunday service, dressed up with a smooth looking hat, feather inside.

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