My mother is a fish
-Faulkner
God
my God
God glorified through living and
Not so living
God who so terribly created cancer and
The unborn. Vivid
God of aurora destiny
I would so
Very much like to tell You how much I love You—
Here is a thought
Pulpy and Wet
Here is an orange
Pulpy and Wet
Behold!
Mother Earth pregnant with Macbooks—
Behold!
High-Defined television and pickled herring—
Behold!
The dead sea,
A sea of
Ugly fish. A rigger
In slickers, God, with
Seamen, drunk. Hauling
Ugly fish, God
Are you there?
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