I will make you

Word by word
Until you resemble a little axe
and I'll use you to hack at things
At night we'll sleep together
In a bag on the floor
And we will both dream
The same dreams
When we wake
We'll remember everything
You'll be a great little axe



A Prayer

Like the atheist
who loves gospel music,
the sailor who can't swim,
I luxuriate in divine sloppiness,
content as a toad.
I believe in this weirdness,
This pure dogma of contradiction,
I take it as I can and force
No context.
I take knee here
and pray to the god of all this
chance and improbability.
Please, I say,
never make this
make sense.



About the author:
Work of mine has appeared in Segue, Word Riot, Storyglossia, decomP magazinE, The Orange Room Review, and elsewhere. I live with my wife and daughter in the uncool part of Saint Augustine, FL.

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