Old Collection: Untitled
because love is a wolf
cowering at its own cry, yell, howl.
because you shatter the distance between the sky and the earth,
a tremor blurring the lines into shades of gray.
because you hurl knife blades at cathedral windows and
drench sugar coated poison on richly carpeted pews,
begging the Pope to shut his dirty mouth.
because sometimes the gargled whispers hiccuping
and clogging airways
are the stones in the throat shrieking
“STAY STAY STAY”