"Quit Your God" by Haley Osier

Quit your god,
and go home

to yourself. Ripen, prodigal
with conceit. You are the passion

fruit, limb, vine. Prune away
the purity imposed on your

everything. You have forsaken
the Lover, your self.

The why and wherefore is that you
are, therefore you are. Your way.

Come up off your knees, to stand
on your earth-soaked feet in praise

of you who are slow to abandon
yourself. You are sovereign moon,

yielding tide. Unplumbable darkness
cupped clear in two palms, wine

turning back to water, power. Unholy
altar, make no sacrifice.