i’m not religious, but
Autumn arrives like the Messiah.
Settles onto my shoulders.
O God! How blessed am I?
I am the most divine of sinners
I am the most rotten kind of holy
and I carry God on my back.
This, of course, is hyperbole.
This of course is egotistical.
but yes, I carry Autumn on my back
shivering like any God worth its salt.
Unmake me! Shake me! Break my bones!
(Or so the lines go)
I am in need of an undoing.
I am in need of an excuse.
All the right people love me.
Religion is just a side effect
of the divinity that spills over
from all this stupid marvelous love.
All the right people hate me.
God is indifferent to me
though of course I’ve caught him smiling.
I don’t blame him. What is one to do
with those beautiful beautiful bastards?
(that is me and you)
We are so holy and it is disgusting.
We are so rotten and how beautiful is that!
Life is a mess. It’s been said.
On the longer days I let God win.
I let him clean my face. Brush my hair.
I am human and this is a fact that goes nowhere.
I sink into the water of my body like a stone.