PRAYER





I don't know how to be

everything and nothing,

something and all of it

at once.



How not to cross

the line

given by choice

of hopes.



How not to pretend

falls and tears.



How not to miss hallelujahs

under driest eyelids.



I don't know how to be.



Please. Again.

Repair me.











PAPER SOULS





Through words we breath.

We forget and celebrate.

We pray and regret.

We reverse.



Through words we love.

We lie and forgive.

We bite and pretend.



And stay in-betweens.

Over and over again.



Through words we become.

Rubber flies, rein streaking clocks

statists wrapped in frozen sheets.



Anything. Everything.

Or nothing at times.



Through words we see.

Caged birds, crushed reasons,

babies with hiccups

and homeless furniture.



Through words we are.