Something sacred and whole may have occurred.
He walked up to this greasy countertop,
And slipped off his shoes, shoving them on me
Rewound to April, we sat on the same
Red, uncomfortable cushion, staring at
The words “Do This in Remembrance of
Me.” We sat still, the heavy musical
(Magical) notes of “Jesus is on the
Mainline” swelled in our veins. Alexander.
Alexander was his name. His lips were
Blackened from puffing since he felt thirteen.
His entirety, every tat, every
Wrinkle in his young idea, is a
Direct birth of Washington Addi(c)tion
(the ‘Dition sings the locals). Two guys shot
(Right) down the street. Right, he had known them. A
Gloss slept around the pupils of his eyes-
His eyes that see. “Man, I ain’t got no job,”
He whispered just below the music, words
Yanked out the deep. “I ain’t got nothing now.”
Salvific-Complex erects through a fear-
“I will pray for you!” confidently I
Regurgitated. I was willing to
Eat the once edible. I prayed straight to
The invisible. Fastforward x 2.
“I got the job, young blood! Man, it worked out!”
Fastforward x 4. Pause. Rewind and play.
Something sacred and whole may have occurred.
I hurt because I haven’t slipped out of
Your shoes quietly. “I quit my job this
Morning. Can you pray again? Because the
LORD hears the prayers of the righteous!” Righteous?
Come again? If I am right, I fear wrong.
You suffer, jobless, bills-full and I AM
The righteous? I sit high, and you stay low.
I breathe slow, and you pant the night away.
Blessed are the pot-bellied ones, for theirs
Is the kingdom of heaven, stolen sweet.
Something sacred and whole may have occurred.
And unsacred am I to feel filled in.
