Sinless

Port wine exploding, draw me a flat line

No sins, at this moment I’m sinless.

Scissors hanging and swinging, sing over my head 

Explode, at this moment I’m skinless.

Familiar church, drill me echo—

I refuse to go, lest my grandmother takes me.

Familiar choir, if you find enough time

Expel me a moment of stillness.

Scissors hanging and swinging, sing over my head

Release, let the crisp air expel me.

Familiar church bells, drill echo repairs

Forgive me, I’m dying from illness.

2025