I did not stop to stare at the angles  
didn't need to, my mother did. She waits slowly  
like they can hear her, praying louder  
screaming like god was on fire  
that he was, I was too. He knows me  
like a son, like a ghost  
I was on fire  
my belly full of water  
I'd drink glass after glass not spilling a drop  
not wasting any on my cheeks
fat with the gulps  

my father watched over my mother  
she was a flower  
a soft dandelion amongst roses  

when I was young I would seek out the night  
and count the stars
as far away as they were  
at ten seems so close
too close to touch
until my farther yelled for me to come home
either it was too late
or he loved me too much

when I was older
no one told me to play it safe  
I played with lions  
we ate dreams like they were apples  
pluck another from the tree  
god isn't looking