when I was seventeen my friend died with my poem in his wallet
and then the sun set for me and God was there
he'd painted the sky so pretty for me
and then Cat Stevens wrote me a whole album
he told me about what to do if I lose my eyes
and now I like how my basil reaches up towards me when watered
like a human when kissed for a long time
give everything away! Your whole heart!
There Was Only Morning I had always betrayed God, even when I knew him. I’d been out here longing for the slow jam, the dark dance club, your wrists, watch the way her left hip flicks when she dances
Virtual people who are my friends Oprah Ina Garten the guy from Foodwishes DOT com the creepy Foodgeek guy A few 20-something Christian youtubers and their sisters Shaun the Irish sourdough baker work
Ten Cents Second in line lives in your pocket she'll click when your knee aches and jingle when you left-hand-jostle to remind yourself she's there her olive branch is right next to her torch for you