I think God dipped me in coffee just before I was born.

I'm addictive, warm, and have undulating waves of energy..

Or I'm bitter, sharp, and have an unexplainable affection for cream.

Anyhow, I consider myself a vase,

Only useful when empty,

And in my spare time I like to pour myself out to hands that shake, that drip part of me onto blistering concrete,

Because steady hands are experienced at carrying away.

You can find me at your local market--

-- the meat market--

Where I hack off my lungs and my heart, rent them to the highest bidder,

Anyone who can mind the thorns

And wash the blood from a previous purchase first.

I recently learned how to pardon my own sins,

But the nails from my various crucifixes have yet to clang at my feet.

I keep them in just in case.