Creature Preacher

Sometimes that Sunday Morning sermon releases homing pigeons...




https://youtu.be/NB2CNr692RE



I put this clip here a handful of Sundays ago as a placeholder, for it contained an exact quote from someone very close to me - one might even say, part of me - and I hadn’t known what to do with that conversation.



Now, I think I do. 

Love Sonnet For An Ex(pired) Wife

My mom doesn’t like you.
My dad doesn’t like you. 
My brother doesn’t like you.

I’m trying to think of anyone who likes you. 

Nobody likes you. 

Last Laugh







I didn’t know then, I guess seldom ever do
It would be the last kiss between me and you

Fate or irony, a twist in the stars
In twenty years time, your best by far

Walking in to dinner, under a cloud of stars
We made a deal as we left the car

A kiss from me whose depth you choose
In exchange for wearing my too-tall shoes

First man in heels I’ve kissed, quite probably my last
Thanks for the laugh.

But I didn’t consent just to make you my fool or save sore feet
Rather to create a space where pain and grace meet

Then:
Beseeching prayer from your lips, “End this drought.”
Like Moses seeing the Promised Land, before God took him out

One step toward you, forgiveness... again
The next several hours: what might have been

Let’s stay the night, let’s stay together
Under our old palm tree, reclaim forever

We drove back home instead
No reason but cheaper beds

In the morning, call me fake
And the biggest mistake
You
Ever
Did
Make

All Hell breaks loose from those praying lips, angry lies you wish me to buy
It would be easier to be hit with your fists, than trying to understand why

Such venom, from nowhere, hate fanned into flame
Love is longsuffering, but it also does not maim

I turn to go, one final wave
Thanks for the laughs and this early grave.

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