We
wonder, if God Forgives, How long does it take? And why it takes humans longer?
Dress me up for the grave; let
Jesus hear the rain; the belt seems like terror. I asked God His name, I heard,
“I Am,” it seems sort of intentional to become untrue. I like partner’s
Witness, the blaspheme of the Ghost, cursed and rolling faster; so gifted, my
Pain, living at her, never did much! On my child—a wild person, suffering the
lot of biblical errors; placed in guts, intestines bleeding, just spent 7o
dollars on gas. Thanking God, a problem in a vase, the face of the one hitting.
Can’t give more, overdrawn, valves filled with spirit blood. I never tripped. I
always knew. It was crazy to be rejected. Love was at me, I knew the
negligence, it was money, it was fever, but never his life. Big business,
shaking palms, looking at a basket of porn. The days of the vest, the torture
of the milk, went years back to pull his understanding—I get ghosted like
magic.
