Every morning I wake
and in her I scent
you:
hazel eyes,
for we didn't meet
to trade names
in the car I'd driven
around in circles,
at Skin Avenue, before
I drove in circles
through you;
and I think to myself
that, from now on,
I should take the bus
back home.
He took water
and made wine,
touched the dead
and made them cry. His-
tory may be embellished
but He wore a crown to pardon
us of our sins. One man gave up
life to take us closer to his
God. Today, another man takes
our lives to bring him closer
to his. We are all wearing
crowns of indulgence; our tunics
spilled with the folly of some
and the indifference of everyone.
