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0103.2012

“An artist loves like God.”


I say it missing smile
And humor while you look slighted and
The long day extends its bitter guns.


I am no good at being superior
To people with less moral
And ethical soup
In their guts.

It’s a defeatist challenge.

This year they will bury me
With salt in my eyes and
Water in my throat,
They will cross my hands
Over my breast and lay me
In the earth I love.

At least I’ll seem like peace.

The Lord signals us under skin -
We believe he only wants life
But his soul in my body
Will see you in the fall
As he beckons me home.




- Marni