our religion has a call and response
'i’m so sorry about everything'
'you don’t have to be sorry about anything'
sometimes we switch parts
but there is always sandalwood swinging between us
i walk through between around linoleum tiles
so white. sucking me in
i rub the relic of our religion
it is a wheat penny
fondling the stalks, think about america
it is wide and yellow, asleep and nothing
in my dreams there are vampires
they tell me i suck blood, i am a vampire too
no no, i say, i just drink ginger ale and eat gram crackers
in a recovery room with a dopey grin on my face
sucking that hard is against my religion
nobody has to be sorry about anything
i offer them ginger ale and gram crackers
but they think i should go to a vampire party instead
i politely decline and spend the rest of my dreams in bed
i fucking love this poem dude
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