The rich shall give no more, and the poor
shall give no less than half a shekel
One man’s half shekel
is another man’s dinner
One man’s dinner
is another man’s garbage
One man’s garbage
is another man’s treasure
One man’s treasure
is another man’s desire
One man’s desire is
another man’s half shekel
they shall wash with water
so that they will not die;
I finally know what to
tell my son to convince him
washing his hands is
a good idea.
You don’t want to die
the second you
walk into the tent of
meeting, do you?
It says to wash your
feet too, so let’s just say
taking a bath every day
is a good idea.
Any person who compounds [any oil] like it or puts
any of it on an alien shall be cut off from his people.
This has tremendous implications
for the essential oils industry.
I’m glancing at the phrase like it
and brain-smelling the oils
in the living room, in the box
where they’re kept.
I’m pretty sure they’re like it.
Have I already been separated
from my people? And what’s with
the word alien? That can’t be right.
Six days work may be done, but on the seventh day
is a Sabbath of complete rest
I’m getting the holy oils ready
before the sun sets.
I’m telling the aliens I won’t
see them ’til Sunday.
I’m pre-tuning the guitar and
turning the switches to
the right positions.
I’m one half of a covenant.
I’m two candles on a
Friday night.
I’m the space between
the heaven and Earth
the darkness and light
the fins and wings.
I’m a napping firmament.
I’m yes, I will do nothing
on the seventh day, like
You did, in the beginning.