"..right now is not a good time, though, because I can't really give you one hundred percent of my attention."
the waves returning home
after an afternoon of tourism
sigh at these sands and it
slammed my fibers onto this Earth.
(i heard helicopters tonight,
flying overhead just
before i crashed into the
car in front of mine.)
God(dess) I'm going to give
you my bent knees on the fifth
of this month. I'm going to
give you my trapped hands.
I'm going to give you my
gagged eyes. I'm going to
give you crooked catalogue
in hopes that You will find a
groove
and traumatize the cells
beneath its leather peel.
