I have been holding
My cards in a way that I can’t see.
When I put on
Your sepia sunglasses, the world is
More forgiving, can’t you tell?
I have been held
Back and forth and in captivity and now by you.
The verdict is in.
I live amongst
Swamp-like creatures. I wonder who still goes to church.
Read my fortune.
Then make it your own.
As I grow fur to cover the bruises.
As crayfish consume your maddening tent.
Ready? You begin to fall.
Rug burn hurts the most.
But it doesn’t hurt until you stop.
And a binary code has been cracked. Look at our children.
Clawing through an eviscerated adolescence. Guns leading the way.
I forgive God for making us like this.
I forgive a torn hymen.
I forgive vanity. I come up for air, shudder and cough.
I will leave this place, and never look back.
I will pick hydrangeas.
No, I never liked that.