i remember Sundays

what we have is so fragile
and it has no name
we don’t treat each other
as exes traditionally do
and i’m unsure we could say
that we’re friends
but we get lost in moments
from time to time
and i’m scared that if your skin
brushed mine i’d collapse and
lose myself long enough to
violate my morals and question
the universe

In response to Jeopardize.


thru my lense: Water


“water You turned into wine,
You opened the eyes of the blind”
the Church has perverted communion
a stale cracker dipped in grape juice

don’t get me wrong
i love the idea of the Lord’s supper
but wouldn’t it be better
if we actually communed?

why don’t we have a real supper?
a glass of wine, sure
and a slice of bread
but some pasta and a green salad too

cups of water
and mac and cheese
fresh fruit and Ritz crackers
for the picky kiddos