having woke into the same dream i closed eyes upon god says goodmorning taste of mist have you slept well were there demons i would like to braid your hair your nest of snakes come close apple of rot and shine come close egg at the end of the world but really i do not want to i am angry i have slept with gold butterflies hiding in the shell of my ears and i want to keep them a golden fluttering secret i tell god you are the worst mother to us all you have brought so much pain home in plastic bags god smacks me with the back of a brush but it does not hurt because i am a glass of bitter juice i am so angry i am the sound of thunder over the sound of pain but like soul pain and yeah this is why i am mad i ask god what were you thinking were you not thinking were you daydreaming was it like making breakfast was it like ruining breakfast i think i can do it better there is a butterfly wing stuck to my cheek and it feels like glass i tell god let me try to make breakfast but god has in this moment found the passengers god presses electric fingertips to the stipes of my cheekbone says your skin is tender from loneliness has become nutritious fruitlike says you can not sin in this way ship of sad waters this is not a cure these butterflies these metamorphosed jellies you can not keep them they will infest you they will tell you lies they will change the coordinates of your dreams come closer sandcastle of abandoned beach come closer lantern of zombie prayer i will remove them before we start breakfast