Domine exaudi orationem meam. Domine exaudi orationem meam.nnI always wanted to be a Catholic…but, I was cursed in being a Protestant.nOh the life…to recite the right words I should pray.nOh the life…to not have to decide what to wear everyday.nBut, I am just a snake handler, emotion-as-a-drug dealer, a tv pitch wheeler screamer.nI make it all up as I go. Then, sell it as a video. See Betty at the tape table, tape table.nnI’m in love with an Irish boy whose penetrating eyes pierce my chest and steal my breath.nnInternWith myrhhnIn moonlight,nEternal Passion Song.nnLecturnnin stainednglass sunlight,nplace grace upon my tongue.nnDomine exaudi orationem meam.nnWhere I’m from everyone is catholic…but, somehow I was born being protestant.nAll my life, it was meetings in basements and abandoned schools.nAll my life, it was windowless, sound-baffled, beige, barren rooms.nBut, I would see them in the evenings going to their special teachings and hear next-day- storytellings.nThis is where the first line’s drawn and you can feel which side you’re on. Still,nrobes and smoke leave me in awe, so in awe.nnI love an Italian boy with a beatific touch. Place your hands where it’s relevant.nnInternWith myrhhnIn moonlight,nEternal Passion Song.nnLecturnnin stainednglass sunlight,nplace grace upon my tongue.nnPlace your martyr mouth where my mouth shouts.nPlace your mosaic mouth where my mouth shouts.