crying on my
bathroom floor:
God
is
Not
Here.

crying in the
parking lot:
God
is
Not
Here.

swelling in my
spleen and liver:
God
is
Not
Here.

8 more weeks
spent in bed:
God
is
Still
Not
Here.

it seems like He is
picking on me,
saying,
"ha ha! look at you!
i'm going to give you
the grandest of dreams but
you'll be gone by 32."

i have no doubts
when they say that in heaven
the weather is always
fair,

but
one day I will
go to meet him.

he will not be there.