Maybe I am reading too far
Into the perfect inconvenience
That our crooked teeth align- on par
Made something of an alliance,
it’s just
Coexistence
My reality, I must adjust.

Shift, Cut, Script
How can I trust God’s directions are not,
Automated. I’m gypped.
****, I’m caught.
Spin, and ask, prayer, light as a feather.
Perfection should not be sought
After.
We’ll run for wonderful together

It’s okay, it’s a trick
But are you even aware?
I’m an addict
Caught in your stare.
Recognize my pure desire
Fall through my exhaled air,
Now
Willingness to be caught in your barbed wire.