Diane Spodarek

Jesus is a Dyke! Jesus is a dyke and I want to fuck her on a Harley with the wind in my face my hands on her hips her beautiful long fingers in tip-less leather gloves on the handle bars under her helmet she wears long dreads tied in a black satin bow     gave up her thorns     two thousand     years ago Jesus is a dyke and we’re heading for California leaving New York for dryer weather no fear of earthquakes in San Francisco now Jesus said so and I believe (her)

Copyright © 2000 Diane Spodarek All Rights Reserved Originally published in Downtown Poets, 1999 by Montclair Takima Publishing Co.