Nate Slawson, “An Essay About Gospel Music” (from Panic Attack, USA)
I think I am going
Catholic what with
my sudden bouts
of guilt & sadness
I kneel before you
I suspect pine needles
I suspect gravel I feel
I should say something
you are very sexy
you should know
I will stare at you
like a math equation
meaning night is tender
I call it factory because
they is all the same
alley night N Carolina night
I am never lost in the vastness
the moon the parking lots
the holy land I suppose
you breathe hot &
I’ll show you my blues
there’s time I’m in love
with everyone & sleeping
naked sleeping with you
it’s the red underneath
my skin that gets mosquito
& why not why not yours too
this is America after all
we can breakdance if we
want or shove our hearts
through a giant stained
glass window.
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