Lent Poetry: Sleepy

you know it’s time for bed
when you are watching
YouTube
without thinking about it

because right now
that is what I’m doing

and writing poetry

because that’s the
21st century

and my wife is home
and I’m not

so
yeah
time for bed

Lent Poetry: Disappeared

Why must I amputate
my stomach
to fulfill
some fucked up
standards
of “health”
and “beauty”?

why is it i feel
like I am bashing my
head
against walls
when I talk about how
I think this
is just medically sanctioned
anorexia

why
must
i
be shamed
and abused
and medically neglected
“for my health”

why
must
i
always
strive
to
take
up
less
and
less

s
p
a
c
e
?

Lent Poetry: All The Feels

feeling
lots of things
inside out
upside down

all the things

anxiety is
a demon
that lives to
torment

and here I am
trying
to tame it

with a body
that won’t function right
anymore
and
a body that most
will shame
before they will
believe me

anxiety
can be a demon
of other people’s
making

Lent Poetry: He is a Healer

He comes to me
lays His hands on my head
and says:

“I can’t promise you
that things will get better.

I can’t tell you that there won’t
be more violence
in My name.

I can tell you that
you will have life
and love
and laughter
and sorrow
before you cross over.

You need not stay at
Death’s altar
in order to understand
Us.

Remember to love
in this life, and remember Me
as I should be.”