all you need to make me

forgive me.

only you can make life of me.






















the problem with jesus...





















is a me problem.





















and he said





















"any name for me is provisional."






















and i thought is she a taoist?





















so i asked.























"who are you?"





















and looking down at me she smiles.

"we’ve grown apart!”























i say, "i am not a part!"

and they soften





















"a part of me, child"





















so i sit





















and i listen























to sound like wind






















to word like sound





















and eye to eye





















i let my expectations die
























"so i could live."





















and we cried