Adolescent

"Follow me into the bathroom" she said slipping
off her clothes, "you can listen to me in the
shower." sound effects to what you can't have.

"Yesterday I believed in God," he spoke -
unexpected as he had always been mute,
"But today I believe I am god."

She was always dying for a savior -
washing her lovers' feet in hopes they
might really be Jesus, she a martyr.

She showers alone in the bathroom these
days, though she often invites high school
boys up to fill the void of being desired.

Meanwhile, he's preparing for his
crucifixtion, a ridiculous idea, he's already
34, thinks they've miscounted his age.

Now she lives lonely in a loft downtown,
snorting cocaine and licking tabs of LSD
looking for enlightenment (the hallucinations

keep her company at any rate) he hates
her now, lives with women who lock the
bathroom door, asking, "Mom, how could you?"