Pain

touch Holy Spirit

t shirt

pain
is everything
read his chest
sad that his heart
misread
love is everything

end weaver

polished and fed

coats
and pants
and underwears
and socks
and shirts
and ties
live under my skin

melting naked

send fingers hands and arms
through my voice
grabbed the weave
and pulled
and pulled

the spin into the air

i wish i could eat wait

my cells are at war
my bed has no floor
i am
between hearing and seeing noiseless screaming

and i run on the ceiling
at three a.m.

i have not written

and the tomorrows wouldn't come
and the roads journeyed backwards
and the dreams silenced themselves
and the leaves froze
and the candle sat

and then a word

the goddess of account

she was a pattern
collecting cakes of coins
smelling unbroken fish
i looked at her ass
and it was shaped like a pew

say bless when everything is miss spelled

my burning gut started its wiggle
when the sleeping morning would not sleep
each painchild is feasting
speaking songs of knots
providence lies
prayer
waits