All You Do With Guilt

what I felt like as a sinner

when I broke my bread with saints

and all the crumbs under the table said,

"this is my body, I can't give to you"

oh my god what a mess I've made

oh my god what a mess I've made of you

you say, "wow"

looking up into the clouds,

"the sun beams look

like poles made for god to slide down

in case of fire,

in case of flood (in case we drown)

in case of an emergency

but there isn't one right now

right now..

"...or not to be,"

I say staring at my feet

reciting bleaker halves of quotes

of poets

buried undereath them

and I sigh in an act of great defeat

saying uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh

i dont care i dont care

how naive...