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Sunday Bulimia

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Published: Oct 4, 2009

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Literature Text

_{I dream of a day
                                                     without sin. I can
                                                     not live without
                                                      redemption.  I
                                                      will   not   live
                                                     under salvation.

                       "This is my body," he said before he went to die: a sacrifice
                       upon the post of execution.  (How often kings as criminals
                       expire!)  "Eat it in remembrance of me."  The mob cried
                        for his blood and he gave it freely.  (Oh prince of thorns!)

                                                    On Sunday I sing
                                                    hymns in chapel,
                                                    on the stage.  I
                                                    lead voices high
                                                    in name of Christ
                                                    before the eyes
                                                    who never doubt
                                                    my soul.  In that
                                                    moment, I believe.

                                                    On Monday I wake
                                                    and roll from bed
                                                    with profanity all
                                                    spilling from my
                                                    lips.  This is my
                                                    life, my remains.

                                                    On Sunday I eat
                                                    of the Word.  I
                                                    indulge the pangs
                                                    and cravings of
                                                    my soul, and I
                                                    take joy in the
                                                    feelings of peace.

                                                    On Monday I purge.}