He Gives Me Religion

Poetry

By Kaitlin Schmidt

Heart dances like a shaker

Love as clean as a Quaker

When he returns to me, the 2nd coming.

Frozen in place like the meditating Buddhist

Several stiff kisses from the lips of Judas

The whole farce droned over by Gregorian humming.

The Lutheran in you nails up my 95 flaws
The Pagan in me boils feathers and claws
And like the Vatican we try to keep it all under the fleece.

I check my Mayan calendar for end

Forgive me sir, for I knowingly sinned

and like a Mennonite, I never stop praying for peace.

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