What’s Really Missing From Our Saving Accounts (by Rebecca Chasteen)
Save the earth!
Save prayer in schools!
Save “Merry Christmas”!
Save our rights!
Save our money!
Save our asses!
SAVE OUR COUNTRY
from liberals and conservatives and socialists and terrorists!
Save the children! (in a third world country)
Save the memories!
Save the system on a separate hard drive!
Save your virginity!
Save your waistline!
Save your paint job,
your dye job,
your favorite pumps!
Save your corsage from your first dance!
Save your sanity…
Because we sure as hell
aren’t saving each other.
Haiku (Bleed out) by Rebecca Chasteen
Sitting here with you
Is letting a wound bleed out
All the poision.
Mecca Tastes Like Coffee (by Rebecca Chasteen)
Cloud cover is heavy today
drive fast enough to outrun the rain,
make the pilgrimage to that place you’ve always liked,
where it never hits you, where you feel right.
I feel the fog clear when I walk in
the way absolution gets rid of sin,
I like everything I see and hear,
I feel my blood flowing and my lungs fill.
Kiss these necklace beads like a rosary,
touch the walls, drink the sound,
nothing here brings me down
Sacred, I appreciate
sacred can take so many shapes
and is only as sacred as we make.
I don’t speak prayers right now
not that I can’t, or don’t know how,
not that I need stained glass windows, or hymns-
because I don’t and I never did.
Once I’m here, I have room to feel,
sometimes just feeling feels like enough
and it’s all you have to offer up;.
there are some things words just can’t touch.
wherever little altars appear,
lifting precisely the thing you kneel;
perceiving creates, and makes them real.
Nobody said church bells had to ring,
Mecca can taste like anything.
Shine (by Rebecca Chasteen)
sticky on your fingers…
what was lost wasn’t even real;
girls in women’s bodies choose to believe
and now you’re flat on your back
moon shine on your face and on your tongue,
it’s a different shine
and it’s not so bad
who knew you had it in you to take it like you did?
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