i’m tired of living with unhappy people (including myself)
worn by the daily liturgy of complaints you fall into like roadside ditches 
heavy with the vestments of all you see as imperfect and throw onto my shoulders
i’ve lived too long under the florescent spires of yellowed headlines bemoaning your own impatience, fattening your fear
a solar cycle on repeat
a sacrament of discontent

i unbaptize myself 
this is not the sacred solace
and i will not commune here anymore

i rebaptize myself 
in all that is truly holy
in the joys of small things
in every tiny imperfection
in laughter
in sleep
in forgiving myself everything
in forgiving you everything
in letting go
in holding close
in the tears that water me 
deep