—SOMETIMES IT BE LIKE THAT    

  

 

trying

 

 

I don’t know I don’t know I don’t and I should but isn’t that a sluiced blue-gray cloud floating oblong and looking at me side-long and isn’t that spectacular/bloated heron about to give birth on my dock or in my office chair and aren’t I as confused as I seem to be while God keeps on ignoring the good guys making me feel one million things but none of them beautiful or accepted or that I ever could be one of those lucky Fs/Ds even if I was trying like I’d put my life on the tie my life on the line my life my life wanting it that much and for what