Fat Tuesday
Ash Wednesday
was merely you stamping out your cigarette
and me standing there watching
as the last of the smoke escaped your lips
unable to give you up
for any sort of ridiculous religious conviction
atheist or otherwise
my sins paled in comparison to yours
and left me feeling pious and righteous
never worried about whose left hand I would be sitting at
when all was said and done
the food and the fucking both taste so much better
when someone tells you you can’t have them
so pour your communion wine into the dip of my shoulder
my belly button
and drink of life’s blood
drown out the trumpet sounds drifting through the windows
and toss aside all the beads
our Mardi Gras will never end
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Wow! That’s great! I really like that one!
Thanks! I’m thinking of reading it at an open mic on Friday. The theme is “Dirty Love”.
That’s awesome that you do open mic poetry!
This would be my first time. Before the anxiety, I wouldn’t have had a second thought about getting up in front of a bunch of people, but now it’s a little different story.
The best thing you can do for anxiety is to approach rather than avoid what makes you anxious. I think that’s awesome. A lot of people will be afraid to even consider that
I hope you will write about how it goes
Maybe I’ll tweet about it.