She went to sleep and never got up.
There is some appeal in books.
Thank God I never.
Category Archives: prayer
why don’t we all go home to the drowned home with the backdrop of garbage the white elite the bored the this the that
Mercy
Not a damn thing prepares you for the Albrecht Dürer rabbit made of bronze.
Or the sadness of chipped paint on windowsills.
There’s all this lifting eyes up, all this lifting eyes up necessary.
And this from someone not a particle religious.
The vast sensation of quietude, not caring. The exhaustion comes from difference of opinions. Some humor on the side, but mostly black. There are no breakthroughs, only cash. Trying to compare my work with yours, the mental striving taking me away, destructive. Well is it destructive. Listening to you better angels, are you out there after all? Lifting up my hands for rescue. Lift me to a higher place.
In the light
Matt, Rachel, Jake & Isabella (twins)
Vivian (surgery tomorrow)
IT—my enemies