When I say we live in small town, I’m not kidding. Let me relate a few “facts:”
1. There are 2.5 gas stations, and there are more churches than bars; there are 2 bars.
2. There are 4 places you can sit down and eat –
a. Diner which serves breakfast and dinner (great homemade yeast rolls)
b. “Mexican” restaurant (read: overpriced American interpretation of what is served south of the border which is not enhanced by weekend karaoke)
3. There is a stoplight, and there are train tracks.
4. There is a grocery store with a loose affiliation to a regional chain; it smells funny, and features flickering flourescent lights, wilted produce, and a surly staff with meth-mouth. Oh, and sometimes, the bag-boy makes out with the check-out girl at the cashier stand.
Things I Miss the Most
of people who may
not love and live the same
way I was raised whose ideas come
from farther than 20 miles down the road
and whose skin and language may not look and
taste like wonderbread – white and without nutrition.
of those who say that
god is love but call me/mine
an abomination and make others fear
to embrace me despite my heart of light and
whose dark words and thoughts and threats cause me
to sacrifice myself myself and therefore others and
therefore the truth because MY cost TO love is greater than the cost
they assign to their precious wonderbread – white and without nutrition.
of a rainbow because
it only means that god saved
the earth for another flood perhaps
of blood and I do not see the flag let alone pride
hand when we walk
anywhere in public and
kissing you in the light of day
anywhere but our home and NOT thinking
about whether the shades are drawn at night before
I draw your body to to mine as if I want to dance or devour
take for granted
every goddamn day
just because they make a
steady diet of the motherfucking
wonderbread of the body of christ washed
down with blood – red and white and without nutrition.
Just add the blue ‘cuz that’s what we eat in ass-fuckin’ nowhere.