Dinner Date with Jesus

Please don’t be afraid of the ghosts in my
I no longer pray because I fear that God will
tell me to bury dead beneath the ground
instead of underneath my skin.
Pretend the place looks pretty; I do not keep
flowers at the table because nothing is beautiful
if it can die.
If I asked you to hold my hand, would you turn it
into water?
I do not drink wine.
There are breadcrumbs on the floor to fill my
bullet wounds;
if you loved me,
you wouldn’t waste our meal.

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