By the time the words went from lip to earIt was much too late to gather the dogs
If it were a whisper or an urging, fine, but….
Your thin lips and constant evangelizing sicken
The ghosts come in clear and conciseAnd crawl my thoughts like zombie mice
The greatest thing I’ll ever do
Is hold my breath and catch a clue
One more dinner in the company of strangersParents with more important nothing on their minds
My day? Jesus loves me this I know….
Green beans do not pair well with angst
The thoughts at night are clean and crispAnd speak the truth without a lisp
I listen hard and think I hear
The reality that you hold so dear