a hard day at work/ playing god

prone to believe him because take a look around. Just

the other day, I knelt half a foot deep in pine needles,

acorns, & trash to bring the sister of Jesus back to life.

meanwhile, the dealer on the bench in the back corner

of the park watched the entire event as she dug into

her stash to ready a supply to bring alive again girl's

high back. what are second third fourth ninety eighth

chances worth when we can’t hear the song because

our ears are buzzing too loud from all the trauma.

what is it all worth when everything is terrifying,

everything hurts, when all we do is numb it. what does

it matter if someone else cares for our life if we don’t

want it. where is hope cultivated in the intersection of

faith & western medicine. what is the point of

preserving the biology of a human life if we are not

also nurturing their soul. they say to focus on the one

in front of you. that we do good for the one starfish

we throw back. fuck that. Jesus was crucified as a

rebel leader. if we're not flipping the tables of every

performative system designed to keep a human

oppressed, impoverished, desperate, forgotten,

radiating with pain on all levels, what are we doing

this for. are we preventing the redemption we preach

each week by fighting so hard to preserve mortality

alone, or are we creating space for grace with each life

saved.