Is day one.”
But what does that mean?
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I put my finger on reality
Her belly button to be exact.
We both began to giggle
Love, my love, says come, my love
We’ll fail and fail and fail again!
Prayer of one who could be me and sometimes is
You have pierced me with your dagger
and crushed me with your stone.
Red and dry blood dust am I –
powder of the wretched,
powder in the wind!
Adam to God
Let me be the first
to blame you
for what I have done
The wind sticks to the plan
Yeah, well. I’m not sure there was
much of a plan. Maybe just a
direction – or an earnest hope.
And you know how the wind is.
How is it that not every song has been written?
Aren’t there only so many notes?
Midnight longing to do the will of God
My heart swells
like a piece of ripe fruit.
It splits like a lip
Crow perched on a ledge
Crow walking
Crow me now
talking
How God is kept in the cold
No door was open
for no thought
was given you.
And for whyever
that was,
I apologize.
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