If not her, then who God?
I am doing my best to remain open
To release those who wish not my
attention
I called in every direction I could
muster
Promise stood tall on the horizon
We have to some degree acquainted in
the moonlight
The silence returns like a sting
I am draining
Doubt washes over the levees
Gurgling hope bubbles naught
The heavy ankles swell leaden clods
I cannot be this lap dog in pursuit
Snapped away at the snout
With no effort to assert the other’s
vulnerability
The numb ache is at the gates
With a mirror of acne and limbs
reaching to the sky
I just want a partner for this life
One person, kind and beautiful to
each other
Always been, too much to ask, too
hard to find
Boy, go back to the corner.
It’s not that God doesn’t give a
fuck
It’s that you were right the first
time
God doesn’t exist
You wanted to feel the divine
presence
As some kind of ubiquitous component
of all
Neither instigating, saving, or
condemning
Merely, an aspect of acknowledgment
one could choose
Contingent on volition of beings and
the science of atoms
So very cold, the surfaces, praying
for kindred
If not her, then who God?
About to break down again, hoping
for fuel, wondering
How much for a gallon this time?
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