all the parts of a meal
Time, here and my dinner guest.
we graze each other’s feet under the table,
and blush behind the dancing candelabra…
what’s the half of it?
i miss my dad taking care of me.
being held by him,
believing he was a superhero…
six feet away
you would think with clearer skies,
we might be able to see God -
ask him: how am i to get close to you?…
