Easter Poems
Soon I’m going to be 40
but this is only the 16th dinner I’ve ever had
on a Black Saturday.
Those nights before
were different from all the other nights
when we turned away the bread
and drank coffee, even us children
so we could stay up in church and be awake
for when Jesus comes at dawn
without having seen him drop by
to say Hello, thank you for waiting
after we’ve said he is risen
and only when we say he is risen
were we given wine and allowed breakfast.
Agape — my tiny little liver saying,
Novellino we meet again.
And I knew Jesus would never come,
like Santa or the 3 Kings
but at least I knew that.
I’m not sure it was
the hunger, heartbreak or post partum
but it was the only time I cried about a man
in front of arroz caldo.
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Tomorrow I will skate around the block
glancing at bushes for Easter eggs
Ones that hold a poem, a yellow peso bill,
or a gas station coupon good for 2 years.
Easter Bunny
i’d rather sext at home
than go to church on Sundays
i’ll be your Easter Bunny
if you want me come over
leave your god
at the door.
Happy Easter Sunday!
