don’t 11th hour me,
fortify me!
the easy slippage
of You—
(god)
all of you, with your milks
fortify me, bones, let me
sign your constitution
tour me around
your reality
walk me down the road and up the hill
bring me back to the staring sheep
churn to fuel the painfully simple
and draw my shadow with
confidence in the sun
don’t 11th hour me, convect me!
don’t let my dread whittle to an edge
don’t let my obsession get so smooth
waterproof my pants in the machine
and
kiss me like, like
I kiss you
let me play in the alphabet soup!
let me find language in the drain!
and on occasion,
save me a slice of joy from the spreadsheet
