i don't think i'll ever forgive him for choosing me to suffer without you you were ripped from me i have been at the bottom of the sea he thought an ark would save everyone i'm still here, i am drowning i am the prodigal son, confused, setting fire to every pew that made me believe in him more than my own self i don't need him like i need you i will baptize myself in your name i will crucify my body and let my soul find itself your way until that day comes, i am waiting for you to join me let's tessellate.
i woke up at 7 this morning, made a cup of coffee, and smoked a cigarette on my back porch and watched the rain. i thought of the idea for this poem then. this is what i consider a really good morning.