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Joint Prayer

Bless me, father, for I have sinned. My last confession was two nights ago.

At three, the hazy divinity the Seraphim beside me turned to me and asked if I believed in god.

Holy is he, whose ringlets of hair are weighed down by Tanqueray sweat Holy are the bodies that push into and away from us. Holy is the girl that recited the Hineni before Mussaf, still reciting the lines “Here I am” at her altar for pretty boys. Holy is the tongue the DJ extends to receive his square- paper communion.

Holy is the Eucharist, rolled in pink paper and passed through the latenight mass.

“Here I am”, “God of Abraham, God of Isaac, and God of Jacob”

Omnipotent and paradoxical God.

Bless the gin and tonic and the hands that prepared it. Bless our piousness. Bless the mouth that tastes like cheap vodka against mine.

HaShem I implore you to bless the prophet, now passed out on my bathroom floor.

Forgive me, lord.

Forgive my confession of lack of belief

Forgive the Angel Dust Redeemer for kneeling in anything other than prayer for his piousness.

Forgive the Narcotic Divinity that moves closer to me with every collective movement to disco music.

Forgive every mouth on the dancefloor for all they have said tonight.

Forgive the holy habits that die harder than the lamb.

Perdóname, mi divinidad, por no pensar en el pecado cuando me hablan del infierno.

For thinking of when I yelled at my friend, lied to my mother, and apologized to my brother.

But most of all, bless and forgive all the versions of my essence. The holy ones that have never once believed.

Here I am.

He leído tus palabras, HaShem, tus milagros y hazañas.

Here I am.

Praying for the impossible

If you are all-powerful and forgiving, I hope you pay no mind to the doubt of your existence where all I hear is music reverberating in my ears. Forgive the lack of communion wine and the presence of Absinthe Angels. Excuse the doubt of afterlife when I go to my paradise every Friday night.

And in the bodies moving as one under the flashing lights, I confess in not believing in the one that will hear this prayer

Here I am.

Amen.

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