Thursday, October 8, 2015

LIFTING OUGHT FROM IS

Oh
rats. God 

is not—dead 
after all;

he's just fast-
asleep—

in the back
alley—behind every beautiful

Baroque church 
and squat taco 

shack and 
rundown old Park 

District 
gymnasium on planet earth—simultaneously

at-peace
and plum stinking

exhausted-
looking—from overtraining.