Sunday Poem: Bad Religion
no Frank Ocean. But somehow...always Frank Ocean? anyway...here's some poems.
i overchurn your lies
until their smooth
spread them over me like butter
and let them melt into my skin
i shine in the sun
covered
in oaths you’ll never keep
mesmerized by how
quickly
i came to believe in you
she,
who only trusts in herself,
passes a collection plate
in your name
gives herself as an offering
to the god in you
that only she can see
you learned from
your mother
to be elusive
to need
no one
to hide behind independence
a self fulfilling prophecy
of loneliness
dripped in personal achievement
cloaked in running errands
and
making dinners
perpetual busyness to
avoid connection
denying yourself love to
prove commitment to you
and you, alone.
i’ve been wearing
the grief of your absence
like a favorite shirt
day in, day out.
finding my favorite piece of thread
i pull, make holes
a button has fallen off
remnants from the meals i’ve barely
been able to keep down
i’ll throw it in the wash today
and try to soak you out of it