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My friend Sophie knows
all the names for god
even if she says she doesn’t

I don’t believe her
just like I don’t believe
in god. But if

it’s real it probably
doesn’t want, or need, me
to believe

Because how relevant
to its aims
could I possibly be?

Then This Is A Dance, I'm Dancing

I thought I could dance
everyone said
because I had rhythm
I thought I could dance

But all eyes were on me
and I fled the scene
they said I could dance
since I knew how to sing

Alone in my room
I was ready to dance
with two curious knees
just holding me up

I could sing with my feet
if I knew how to dance
and because I had rhythm
be the life of the night

Now all eyes are on me
joints stiff as a line
unbending to will
and the threat of clapped hands

These curious knees
as unsure as first kiss
to chance with these feet
thinking we can all dance

(Book 2, pg. 128)

Something thicker filled the air today than water it was leaves, dry, and apple atmosphere. granny smith. No the next day is cold, wet, without lingering trimmed autumn grass. That’s all been smothered tomorrow into the soles of children’s shoes. They want their games on the wet field, they hate indoor gym class especially the ones with overzealous parents ready to sue over a lopsided game of dodgeball or anything with probabilities of pediatric peril. Like walking outside. Take away the processed sugar but god forbid the boys use sticks for swords. I should have gone outside more then, make up for it in thunderstorm bike rides today my gears are slowly rusting.