I stand against the wall,
Fifty faces intently staring at me,
Waiting for me to speak,
Waiting for me to break.
Our topic today is
Katherine Ann Porter’s Flowering Judas.
I am not Jesus
Or a character in a book,
But I feel betrayed
And crucified .
Not all my pain
Is from the alcohol
I drank last night.
Why did I ever think
I could do this?
What drove me
To play god,
Taking responsibility
For other minds
When I cannot
Take responsibility
For my own?
I ask “Who is Judas?”
And hear only silence.
Nothing emerges.
There is nothing else to say.
