There Are Other Fish in the Sea that Know God

Someone already learned my
laugh. Loneliness, Repentance;
God, for what did you ask?
While I whispered
to the bloody cross, bless my sin
bless my sin bless my sin.

Are thorns the punishment or
the gift? I smelled a rose
somewhere but blind
is the griever. Honey,
Jars cannot hold
our misplaced want. Now, is that
a flood or Christ?
I camerushing.


“soon, i’ll molt this blackness, let / it cipher into the waves.”