bleed hearts talking on the phone
how long does it take to count all the faces in the room who don’t pray any way like you
church room full of painted masks
silver surfer melting wax takes on shapes of crucifixes on some child’s head
breath, why are you so shy?
kitchen sink full of ants carry sugar down the walls
every sweetening has been made off
a mailman walking up the fence a dog bark heard inside my head
these are the things that keep me from the truth, the truth
breath, why are you so shy?
