how do they behave?
how do they feel?
how do they see the world?
a Mormon
on a bike
interrupts
this
I feel
the hardness
of the
steering wheel
in my hands
and see
the sweat
on the men
jogging down
Los Feliz
Boulevard
a homeless
man on a
sidewalk
interrupts
this
he winks
at me
and grins
without
teeth
“Do you suppose
it will always go
on like this?”
“No”
“Why not?
“It will crack
somewhere.”
//
“what if god
is just
boundless
potential?”
//
“I’m never
going to wear
tall socks again”
she crawled hands and knees on the kitchen floor
crying, breathing shallow, twisted mouth
she pulled my face to hers
she sat in my lap
our electric blues connected
she saw into my soul
she told me I don’t have JOY
or GOD in my heart
that it’s making GOD sad
that she wants to see more of her dad
her heart won’t obey her
“my secret is telling me
not to tell”
I dig my hands into her body
grip her tight
for dear life
dear life
I tell her she is right,
and that I am sorry.
