Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

The Grass As Bristly And Stout As Chives And Me Wondering When The Ground Will Break And Me Wondering How Anything Fragile Survives

The Sanest Thing In This World Is Love.