Poem, after SLW

When you wrestle with God/ She’ll give you

The worst rug burn you’ve ever seen. —

Samuel Locke Ward

You are not going to like this. I still love

Somebody but I want to be with you. (The

Hyphen’s silent.) Today is the tomorrow you

Were worried about yesterday. Tell someone

Else who cares. What does God know.

Every good villain deserves a cigarette.

There ain’t no sense of camaraderie in

Recycled punk rock. I hate repeating that

I am wrong. And the truth is I do give a fuck

But I try not to show it. I am not cut out.

I am not cut out for this.  Fine was the night

We were blinded by our Skype. You
Don’t wanna take my shit no mo'. I

Wanna believe in the dark that speaks to me?