IN LIEU OF TALKING TO GOD, I WRITE THIS


poem— a sort of
bad prayer. Yes, I pray—

if only to express
my desperation to

myself: bad now,
if praying.



poem without awakening

when the sea swallows us / whole—which will be / soon—i will learn to / swallow the whole sea.


PRAYER

Science, do not forsake us. / Pretend dying won’t be inglorious / and hard, that we’ll reflect light like gowns / sequined and glittering


Pray Like You Mean It

look / we all become our worst stories / this is mine / I went
back / for more / nobody made me do that / I just hated being ignored