Prodigal Propitiation

She said take down those poems
No one reads them anyway
As if I were a cigarette butt to crush
With her boot heel
Only she doesn't smoke or wear boots
I don't even smoke, unless you count dreams
And I hung up my steel toes for 
Moccasins, long ago

I drag out a cross and say
Here, nail me to this
For the sins of all men
Sort of the first all-women's Calvary
And I think of the word propitiation

We had our kitchen 
Redone recently and I can't
Remember the word countertop
It comes out sink or shelf
Suddenly I'm cutting onions on
The thing, kitchen countertop
But by god, I'm gonna be a savior
A propitiation

My tongue keeps rolling in my mouth
Like I've seen cow tongues do
Til I think it'll start bleeding
But I doubt they'll write a New Testament over that

On my birthday I got a call
She had bought tickets to
See our team play
Little did I know
Those were my last days
In the graceful land of the uber confident 
Now I'm back where I started 
Doubted by everyone that matters 
Especially me

Welcome home, young man
Let's kill some battered tofu 
Eat, drink and be merry
For tomorrow, the sun may never rise


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