What must I say to speak to you, God?
Hell awaits me, but what can I do, God?
Fallacies and many men’s phalluses have occupied my mouth,
but look at how many scriptures and quotes my mouth knew, God.
On my hands and knees with an arched back
taking in all of these men and all of you too, God.
I’ve forsaken your name on floors, on beds,
in cars, in closets, but never on a pew, God.
Recently, I told my partner to squeeze
my carotid artery. I want to turn blue. God
Dammit. What am I even trying to say?
This is just a list of all of my taboos, God.
I forgot to ask. Are you from the Old or New Testament?
I think my chances are better with the “brand new” God.
The one that the Episcopals at Pride talked about.
Said come to their service but that fell through, God.
If it’s the old God, then I already see the fire
and brimstone. Guess that’s my cue, God.
Give me one more chance to prove my worth, God. Maybe
I can make it and be known as the guy who blew God.
TREY (TRALEN) RHONE is currently pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at Florida International University. Tweets infrequently at @TreyRho.
