did you know i found god at 12?
at least i thought i did.
all i really discovered was *******, like
every other 12 year old.

i wanted you to know that.
i don't know why.

i think i want you to know all of my secrets.
secret number one:
       i'm half drunk.
not actually a secret but the truth.

in a post-apocalyptic world you would be mine,
curled together forever in some oak tree cave
in Connecticut during fall.
i would fall asleep in orange leaves with
your head in my neck.
i could never have that.