I think I’d just prefer
that everyone quit trying to die for my sins.
I don’t want anyone to die—
not my brother Billy; not John Lennon;
not even Jesus.
It always ends up that I feel
guilty and sick and alone
trying to atone for their sacrifice;
desperately trying to figure out where to put the knife
to return enough of their blood
and still leave me enough to carry on
and live.
No, I feel no need for your sacrifice.
If you feel still you must,
make it to yourself;
make it to God;
make it TO THE MOON
—but not to me.
For I am done with swearing.
About Chloe Wagner:
Chloe Wagner is a Quaker and a librarian-wanna-be residing in the Kansas City, MO area. She has been featured on the PoetryBlitz! CD and published in Thorny Locust, Prism Magazine, and The Corner Anthology.
