God Please Kill Me.

For all the girls who have shared their story with me...

We stayed late

To stack the chairs

And sweep the floor

And you were hungry

So we spread out a choir robe

On the altar

And picnicked on the butt ends

Of the unfinished French bread

Of the broken body of Christ

And you, chewing, said you knew

That God loved you

But thought He might oughtta

Raise His standards

And I said, self-loathing

Was kinda hot

And you shot the grape juice

Of the blood of

The new covenant

Right out your nose

And then you cried right through

Everything your dad ever did to you

As the gathering shadows

Further emaciated

The Son of sorrows

On the large brass crucifix

Above the baptismal pool

And you wept

The most honest prayer

That had been prayed

In that place all day

God please kill me

God hears your broken hearts, your healing is in His arms.