I’ll lie
before it a bit.
I need
the comfort of it.
I’ll lie
before it a bit.
I need
the comfort of it.


Death shadows us
Every drop is a way back up


This problem of not being
who you are will not be
solved here where
the wind will blow you
from the bike

G is for God.
G doesn’t
sound at all like God,
but “God” doesn’t sound like God
either. God is the one
cupping her ear not caring.