Sit the sidewalk empty roadside
naked as the bones without flesh, a
story disembodied as if the
words of my body were
pilfered out my throat
made to float as cigarette smoke in
stagnant air

Curse the prayers made to hurt
damn the faithless faithful, grace as
thin as a page of scripture. I am
not a graveyard for the weary, I
am not a soulless home

5-27-18