Bible Study

Eyes fixed at breast level.

You want to know

do I believe in God?

Why do you care what I believe?

It is you I question.

You do not ask if I am good

kind, loyal or trustworthy.

Do I accept the bible’s truth?

Straight faced you persist to know my “faith”

As your godly hands

venture up my leg.

I look down at that table

As if to see through it.

Verify your actions.

Only to see past lovers

plus carved initials equals love.

Does the Lord play footsy with his followers?

Where in the Bible does a drunken Adam

molest Eve in a dark bar?

I inhale sharply on my cigarette

and exhale with purpose

into your sanctimonious face.

Nice meeting you,

Mormon!

You smoking, drinking, fondling

Mormon!

Congratulations, child of God.

You’ve succeeded!

In sealing the belief!

That it is not God or the Bible

we should fear.

but His followers in seedy bars

and their misconstrued interpretations

they make cigarette in mouth

beer in one hand

and my calf in the other.