Blessed once, in the backseat of your car 

But the curse lingers, all of my days 

Your one kiss, first and last 

Dooms me to this, estrangement 

From the heavens of a God who created every atrocity under our sun and can get away with it, because they let him 

The lovers who love him who want to believe him 

Having heard the language angels speak— 

I know God speaks Dominican Spanish 

I know God wears a black and gold crucifix 

that hangs low on his proud, hairless chest 

I know God has a brown belly 

and brown eyes, he is made of gold and bronze 

with eyes that have died 

I know God has heavy hands 

that he first laid on you at a dark polluted beach 

with lips that tasted like cranberries 

And I remember that in that garden 

the fruit was a peach.