The spirit of jezebel clings to me
all misandry and money hungry.
Greedy and envious.

He offers a backyard exorcism.

I sloth like a dog sunning in the lawn
feeling the prickle of each
lustful strand of grass.

I am here; still of the flesh.

I can only hope the wrath of someone
emergently punishes me for it.
I’ll unleash this gluttonous desire all pride month.

Splash some holy water on my sweat sprinkled skin.

Your collar looks a bit loose after-all.
I hear it’s bound
to be a long hot summer.