Good Friday by Maria Melendez Kelson

Good Friday

Jesus, I want my sins back.
My prattle, pride, and private prices — 
climbing, clinching, clocking — 
I might loan you a few for the evening,
so you don’t show up at your own crucifixion
naked of all purpose.
But for God’s sake, don’t spill any
redemption on them! They’re my
signature looks. Body by Envy.
Make up & wardrobe provided by Avarice. Lord,
if you take away my inordinate cravings,
what the hell’s left?
the cross
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