He was like blood in the water, a coworker once said. Women swam around him hungry in a way they wouldn’t be if there were more options.
It’s a spiritual practice to imagine a deep web of interconnections
between us and every other living creature on this planet and yet
how precisely this practice fails.
I Once Was Lost
but now am found by big fast broken billboard promises
“the nerves / frenzy feeding / on nothing”
The most accurate description of
a panic attack I have encountered.
You expect me to understand our native allegiance like a sinner understands that their calling is penance. But I don’t know what you want from me if churches are still segregated and the confession box is on your side of the chapel.