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