JESUS IS ALIVE FOR THE PEOPLE NOT YOUR DATE HEAVEN INTO HELL
alice kosmicki

youth group in the summertime barefoot dates first kiss in the back of his pickup tossing in her

bed that night ribbons in my hair good little girl black coffee burns i missed church that day but i

prayed harder that night feet swinging above the lake telling fairytales at the army recruitment

center doing it for god meat and potatoes belt buckle sounds like a cardigan on the side of the 

road mud on the bedroom floor if i bleed enough maybe it’ll be enough seventy-three days later

he’s not listening anymore hyperventilating to joel olsteen still yelling at the sky when it starts to

rain through the sunshine sometimes they call that the devil beating his wife sometimes they just

don’t speak watching the news another baptism in 223s bury them in lotto tickets when a new sin

is announced practicing holding our breath our faces on the kitchen floor i could do this since i

was six i could do this in the womb i could do this with my eyes closed and my hands up high

every sunday til i die