Two Poems
Jeanette Sayers

Easter Confessions of a Non-Virgin

I have to make a confession,
(1) an admission of wrongdoing.
I dyed with vinegar and food-coloring
(2) the profession of emotions and beliefs --
these white eggs
such as love, loyalty, or faith;
when Christ dies again a colorful death
I will give birth to the next Mary,
(3) a confidential, formal declaration of sins,
forbidding her to ever make the same mistakes
I will make with her.

Bugle Call

Twenty-four notes, lights out
At the end of day, in tomb --
Place a wreath that you may
Show I am home for good.