Martyr

Invulnerable,

sweating only the alcohol.

The small stuff can wait till I’m old.

A memory unlike an elephant.

Reaching only as far back

as my last kiss.

Cars and life advertise freedom

while you are strapped in,

Speeding to remain relevant.

Happy are the lovers,

and lucky are those who know suffering

does not guarantee holiness.

God cried,

and I danced in the puddles.