she said she loved me in a church
below the impassioned christ
eyes cast to the ground
suffering for our salvation
carrying the greatest weight
knowing nothing of what the next
day or three might bring.
a text from the girl I was finding excuses not to see,
came as we left the church
having kissed a minute
before saying three hail mary’s,
it read, ‘what does this mean to you?’
I didn’t feel compelled to answer
felt light-headed looking at the candelabras;
the sixth station,
Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus
the seventh station,
Jesus Falls for the Second Time
that night, the first we slept together
I said I love you back.
as thoughts of others shed like
clothes on the floor;
condoms in the bin.