Morning Routine
Breakfast: spreading butter on a loaf of bread-
And I remember your sameness on my bed.
Naked afront news forecast of storms,
A burning Bush between your legs where God speaks from.
And I kissed the flame like Judas's betreyal on dread-drenched lips fresh from the agony in the Garden of Gethsemane
In Sorrowful Mystery.
Funny: you remind me of why
they named such temporal disasters
after people.
I sip a cup of coffee to burn
my tongue-
with a newspaper to burn
my eyes
from bad news:
And I'm reminded of you.
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