You have said
that Christ will save me
his blood shed for me
my salvation,
and his words spoke for me
my comfort,
but where now does my love fall?
Church terrifies me,
and I shudder to know,
anything to do with them,
the long outstretched hands
of those Jesuit priests
youth pastors with slick hair
tremble to know me
so I may become theirs
a cage of dry bones
and pastel music
lulling me away from myself
so I may learn to smile