4 years ago. Thursday, December 9, 2021 at 2:14 AM
God is a promise whispered in your ear
as you shit the hospital bed.
Me? I'm short on trust these days.
Cursing, begging.... deaf ears.
There's you, the clock, the cheap motel art
and waiting.
Death is patient, disinterested.
It's exhausting staying alive for the sake of others.
But what else do I have to do?