Wednesday, January 19, 2011

John 15:3

Soul groans. I see the light
twisting and dancing in your face but the inside
of me is gray and damp; I cannot reach
you I am trying weakly, lifting a weak arm.

Why do you say the rooms in me are lit?

Someone lodged a thumb upside
down in my stomach, through the spot
my belly was once fed.

My mouth is dry.
My mouth is dry.
My mouth is