I had a question for you about truth
But the problem with questions about truth is that they are always linked to their
so now I will go sit and listen to the clock tick.
mtk, SF, 1995
we are all swimming in God’s soup
sometimes we like to splash the others
sometimes to dunk them
even though we know the spoon is coming
Sometimes we lay on our backs in God’s soup,
(on occasion we can catch His eye)
Sometimes we flag our arms at Him
hoping to be seen
and sometimes, in so doing, we sink
Andy’s dog Wynona is a knockout chocolate lab with a great temperament albeit an obsession with fetching.
and she reminds me of the tiny, white hairs on the black legs of my jeans that betray your dog
who slept with me last night whiile we dreamed of being in bed with you.
What it would say if it could would be delicious. It would slip around your lips like fingers tongues and teeth and cry at its loss of identity. Longing for it and whispering just the one thing:
“Give it to me”