I promise you sometimes the world is on my side.
and I write the future.
I let the trees grow their barks through walls
and then they are homes no longer
sometimes the pavement cracks open
for a clover.
sometimes a deer in the woods gets to decide
the trickle down of planets.
and when I write the skies purple
they will cry with you.
for all the times you believed in love
and it wasn’t there.
when I write about god.
I feel the child inside me.
whimpering for the world to be softer.
and I’ll never write about the dossier
empty words in books
and empty houses of faith
when I write the world to its end.
there will be litter
where there were men
and dust mites.
birds that wasted away dreaming of flight.
collecting our promises till the end of time
and I will end time.
I promise you one day I will write the new law.
and you’ll know that god was no woman.
but the devil is.