Taking out the Recycling

You already know
what my mouth tastes like.
You already know this
meeting
will be a poem.
You are my favorite student,
Stranger.
And this was the worst
conversation
we never had.

All Rise

To pray with us
at the
Back Porch Church,
All you have to do
is
Laugh.
And to worship,
we sing-
it’s a choir full of
Classic Rock.
You will blend right in.
The only difference is
We are the one
giving the message to
God.
Our feet beating
a tattoo
of
love love love
into pine needles,
our hands passing fire
like an offering plate
and our mouths,
scented with coffee cream,
our tongues tired
from tasting
The Knowing,
Say this
in [...]