i’m going to try and do this
and going to try to do that
but the this and the that
aren’t working
so i put a power drill to my head
and drain the worst of the pressure away
but on days like this
when half my heart falls in her grave
and i’m weeping for mother mary
(in 30 years but she doesn’t know it yet)
and his newborn cries
remind me of her
and princess ariel shows up at my doorstep
i wail into my cereal bowl
but no one seems to hear
and i rejoice that the Savior is born
and i grieve that he must die
and i hope that the story is true
and that all of the pain
ends with transformation and joy
