from the raised view of my twin mattress

I see the blue static that stems from my fingertips to different household objects,

A small lightning that connects me to earth

To the wooden and brown things and things made of leather.

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if god were a man

If God were a man

He would look just like you

Except something tells me not even he could be as handsome.

But, if he dare be,

I’d start to pray again

With your name on the knuckles of my folded hands.

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Are you proud of who you’ve become?

Indeed, you are an aperture of avarice

That the flesh can never fully satisfy.

Within you lies a ferocity so ravenous

A hunger that may never be appeased

And an envy towards the smiling fools 

Who walk so languidly away from themselves.