Bisexuals Go Where?
from your letters:
Did you last write,
“I accept your offer
of a critique”?
a quick response
to your Catholic
Did I just play
into your hands?
this a prelude,
a gasp of disbelief
at your account
of heaven and hell.
Holy carrots and sticks!
You’ve often ended your letters and notes stating I remain in your prayers
daily. Please, I’ve never asked for prayers, even if you think I need them.
I’ve gathered from an old corpulent Buddha: Gods are just puffy clouds;
meditate and learn by doing; leave prayers to prayers. What are prayers
to a baptized baby, to a man asking for mercy on death row, to how many
dead? Harsh, but stay with me: I need something more solid from you, since
living. You can have your way with me when I’m dead; how could I resist
you then? If you really wish me well, next time we eat at your favorite, T-
Bone Diner, before I silently watch you pray over your steak, please don’t.
Until next time,