She sees God;

he highlights

or so she says

the history notes in her textbook

(the pages burned with her

when they staked her.)

What was at stake?

After all she was my age.

I think she was a little foolish-

too

catholic-christian-give-me-a-break

for God sakes.

Did you?

Did you see god?

Twisting on your finger,

was his whisper sweet in your ear?

I shiver;

when I was fourteen I tried to contact you in a séance

(hope your not mad about that)

but I need to know

if God was enough for you!

I see him

in a way

that others do not.

Am I like you

if I say

that I feel it

like I've never felt anything else?

Was he enough of you?

She saw God

or so she put it

and they put her in the ground;

ash

on

the

wind,

her heart never burned.

I feel my words against me

(after all this is who I am)

(I can't change it)

But was he enough for you?

Was it enough

to die for something,

pimped

and crimed

for something

that lied;

you were my age when you saw God

(one more night style

kiss

sweet

lips

burnt

ash, did he hold you hand

when the flames

licked at your virginity,

love

er

less-

is it better off this way?

Not knowing

for sure.)

Tell me. Ghosts. What does it feel like

to be touched

by immortal divinity

burning

alive

like

man

and women

incinerating-

combined flesh

of he

and she

together

at the stake.

I think?

What more can I take?

She was my age when they staked her

barbecue burnt

they baked her,

stilled, vamped, shake her,

either way

I hope she was right

-Jesus baby, take her.-