Sunday, November 17, 2013


between a rock and a soft place
I bury my head
ignorance finding me both unready and unwilling
painting my nails a new shade of golden blue

My buried head breathes and eats the dust of the earth
a remedy for both forgetting or remembering.
A line in the sand, holding too close together everything and nothing.
In Love with a God I'm not sure I want to forgive.