Thinking of stretching and pushing
in a different direction, more.
But there are only a small hand
ful left, and I can name them all
a pencil shaving and chewing
gum in the shower with the light
flickering must replace the start
ers after towelling down, or off.
My anger at you continues to grow. I do try to temper it with anything creative that I can imagine a tri-omni God might have left on his and/or her way out my world for me to get my hands on, but I don’t believe in a vengeful One.
Perhaps it is best I don’t say who you are. If I am asked, I’ll be able to say
“I don’t know. It hurt, so I wrote it.”