Desert confession by S. L. Davidson
She took me out into the desert on sufferance, for I had learned to please her with my mouth and with my Jewishness, which is not real like her Jewishness, but earned, like a hangover. I made love to her underground, in an old tomb where, the Pharisees presumed, the soul must rot for all eternity with the body until the day of greater dissolution. She cried and told me I had saved her, later on I learned she never loved me, and I wondered, guiltily, if I knew now what it was like to be Jesus. from the forthcoming collection Songs of Crisis, to be published by Angelico Press in the spring of 2018.