we both ordered the antipasto

back in the black
our ledger balanced
we return to church
wet with ourselves
fresh from the red velvet darkness
full of unwanting

covered in unsuspecting violets
the death we have endured
willing debauchees
naïve nurse maids
and stage father gods
unintentional monsters

knees sore from desperate prayer
the altar of us
heavily draped with devotion

the passion
in a holy diner booth
beside a window
old friends
warm and familial

once again having found
a place to hang our hats
unwanted coats
hard feelings
and the meaning
of our everything

separate checks
i still love you

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