To pray I find a shell, put it to my ear & open elsewhere
in sound. The feral water-body foams, lip of God.
Wet & unfurling. Praise me
anyway, He says. It is somehow louder here than if I were right in front of Him.
MICRO
To pray I find a shell, put it to my ear & open elsewhere
in sound. The feral water-body foams, lip of God.
Wet & unfurling. Praise me
anyway, He says. It is somehow louder here than if I were right in front of Him.
MICRO
Darling I love you / as the present moment
MICRO
I speak of ghosts. I speak of death easier
said than seen.
MICRO
I’m too old to still see you—