I told God

Standing in the cemetery
with my hands on my hips

I told God
to go fuck himself.

I discovered this new breed of rage
on Easter morning —
it is still thumping on my chest
and raking its nails across my face.

And when I visit Tinsley tomorrow
I will bring her a new bouquet of flowers

along with a bright new batch
of fuck yous for God.

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