John 4

He told me all that I ever did,
which was a damnable lot.
He repeated every last thing back to me,
spared no detail,
opened it all wide,
and didn’t run.

Men always run.
He didn’t.
He just said,

“It leaves you mighty thirsty, doesn’t it?"

I had imagined a less personal judgment,
a mass sweeping into some flat hell,
not flesh
looking tired in the close,
naming off five husbands
and a lover,
asking for a drink,
and offering hope.