I Am Alone Here In My Own

Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An I.v., Dripping In Its Little White Moments.

God Owns Heaven But He Craves The Earth.

I Who Was A House Full Of Bowel Movement, I Who Was A Defaced Altar, I Who Wanted To Crawl Toward God Could Not Move Nor Eat Bread.

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.

At Six I Lived In A Graveyard Full Of Dolls, Avoiding Myself, My Body, The Suspect In Its Grotesque House.