I’ve never celebrated Easter in traditional ways

Never chased a white rabbit

nor plucked candy from blades of grass

Never crowed over a basket filled

with sugary treats in pastel colors

When I was promoted a few years back

I spent the weekend at Red Roof Inn

cavorting with Blue, a lover twice my age

who got his name at Burning Man

We ate sushi

rented a twenty-four porn film package

drank vodka and rum and coke

sending Blue back and forth to the ice machine

had sex enough times that we lost count

We laughed at the

former Jehovah’s Witness and a Jew

sex-soaked Easter and shellfish to boot

This year, on a first date in Baltimore

I brought his favorite Easter candy

He yanked the check away at an Indian buffet

kissed me soundly among the bookstacks

I do not believe the Lord has risen

but I have