Dear Jesus, It’s Me, David
by David Morley
– my body as insufficient sacrifice –
I’m learning to do nothing right,
and soon I’ll despise you as my own.
the past as prologue to my stomach,
spreading ever farther over the cliff of my pants
remember the day I burned down your house with love,
and we sat and hugged and watched K-Pax until dawn?
but now I find my new true glory, staying up late
with ice cream and weight gain; before you know it,
I’ll be fatter than your entire family.
someday, I’ll trade every pair of shoes in your closet
for two stacks of nickels, and I’ll pound those one by one
into truck-stop vending machines, hit the jackpot of pornographic tattoos.
I’ll get in my blue van and drive and look back once to remember the color of your house.
green, I think.