if and only

the city without hesitation

where the forest ends and if
god can only exist in empty
spaces, then what?

ask kay in her final

moment of blindness

ask her again after

her suicide

understand that nothing
you and i do can ever
be defined as love
 

let autumn leaves spin

gently down into your
river of poisoned blood

let the children you’ve

lost crawl through your
back yard gnawing on
whatever bones they
can find

salvation is nothing any

of us ever approaches
with open eyes