It’s OK that you drank the Kool-Aid, love.
You needed something
to get you through these last long years,
and the booze just wasn’t cutting it,
we both knew that.
So god it is…
I just wish it was a gentler god,
not an angry one, or judgmental,
not one locked in a house built on dogma
reeking of sins and incense.
I don’t know…if it was me,
I’d want to get to know the god who made the woods
and all its weird and wild creatures,
the one who filled up the ocean and dropped in
whales and welks and narwals,
the one who paints rainbows across the sky
and doesn’t care who takes offense.
I’d want to find a god to suture old wounds
and tug at the threads of trauma
that keep some of us from a fully woven life…
Kool-Aid comes in all flavors, darling
but I prefer mine good and sweet, oh yeah!
Photo & poem ©2024 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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