when i was little, i asked my pastor if
judas had been in love with jesus.
he sent me back to my mother early, with
a note for her to explain “things.”
but no matter what anyone said, i couldn’t
be convinced that the bible
was anything less than a love story.
(i kissed your cheek in front of them all
and in doing so, i think that i
damned the both of us. you,
to be left crucified and bleeding and
paying for my sins. me, to be left
wandering and wanting and
never to see your face again.)
k. wright, judas