The Beautiful Feeling After Writing

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.

The Grass As Bristly And Stout As Chives And Me Wondering When The Ground Will Break And Me Wondering How Anything Fragile Survives

I Who Was A House Full Of Bowel Movement, I Who Was A Defaced Altar, I Who Wanted To Crawl Toward God Could Not Move Nor Eat Bread.

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.