Wednesday, September 19, 2012


Leaning into the past
for protection from
tomorrow's tornado
only works if your eyes

are dotted with dreams
of tooth fairies and mildly
prophetic prophecies.
I address God using

the familiar form
of the verb "to be".
His answer is a noun
rounded to the nearest

zero.  I worship in a
hollowed-out church.

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