Did Jesus ever eat a cherry?
I bet he wouldn’t have liked them.
The juice would’ve reminded him
of how his pores bled in the garden.
No one ever mentions how
Jesus must be traumatized
by his death, his rebirth.
If Jesus is traumatized,
then how could he let me suffer too?
I never asked to take on a burden,
he was the one who begged God
to be a sacrificial lamb.
I beg God to leave me alone.
So these days, I don’t pray.
My sacrament
is a midnight at Waffle House.
My baptism
is every man who creates me in his image.
My heaven
is anywhere I desire.
Jesus never ate a cherry,
so they are my favorite fruit.