Stuck In Rehab(With the Oil of a Higher Power)

The title of this poem is probably the most literal thing i've ever written. I was 'stuck' in rehab with the oil of a higher power(their oil was of the olive kind). Also I am not the 29 year old kid.

I want to kiss you,
with pain as old
as the goddess of cold
breaking every thought
of being alone.
Pain as old
as the 29 year old kid
all alone.
Washing his hands

with the oil
of a higher power
misbelieving
because it was really the oil
of every girl he ever desired.
Washed away,
spoiled,

a piece of meat.
This kiss blows in the wind.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

SO powerful! 29 was a big year for me the best and worst year of my life a long story -interesting that you should choose that age...in any case, succinct and very moving! Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha