Born Again


Talk to me I’ll answer
honestly I care so not
for inquiring tears of
sympathy I have forgot.

Do I deserve attention
I think maybe a little.
The sky it has opened
upon my heart brittle.

I want to put down all
that is toxic and go back
to before I was born to
ask God why I’ve cracked.

There is this ledge I child
now look unto a future.
I want to stitch ears tight
and my mouth suture.

What is all this black I
expected a party for me
as heaven strips me down
back to where I want to be.

I’ve time traveled here to
look at this drab storm.
Dear God what have I
done to deserve be born?

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