inherently:

Jesus,

when I crossdress I never do so as a prostitute tinsmithing

the roof of the cathedral. So to this I should be saved.

the way the other deities hold sheer fabric

up to the light. And before you admit that you're tired of my a*s,

tired of my dollhouses, exhausted of the

cytoplasm, the membrane bound organelle

that this Detroit, blues, ghetto selflessness is about to

spring on you

allow me to submit that poetry has not

cured a single inch of me.

And when the pastor said to "touch your neighbor

and say God is one of the good guys"

I sat my crimson self still like the weep of

the hymnals.

while looking in the rear view mirror at the eyelash

that humidity made so un-throated. like the half hint

of 'Youth Dew" sprayed on the darkest wrist, on the TRACKFONE airtime refill card.

(Right below the "no fees, no  surprise" note),

I wrote a "dear john"  poem.

it couldn't be a long one because I didn't have much space.

Forget me oh lord it began, my weaknesses, my frailness,

and  forget my pin number too.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I have often suspected the text of sermons contain a woeful number of asterisks and an unduly amount of small print. Like this offering, perhaps they and we should go forth and prosper without caveats and further restrictions, amen.

[h d e rushin]

spoken like a true preacher of the gospel....thanks my friend for those comments.//dana

[Emily B]

This is drop dead gorgeous like the gowns that I want to watch the drag queen make. The world is too unkind to any it designates different. Makes me want to hold all their hands.

[h d e rushin]

your heart is so pure Ms Emily. thank you my friend for those remarks....dana