Therapists
Say forgive the rapists
Quantify that contrition for me
Help me cube and dissolve it
and put a little in my tea
Rain and pain
Wash me into a melancholy gleam
There is brilliance in sadness
There is beauty in these weeds
I wish you were naked right now
So I could write on your back
a manifesto
of my pain
I think your skin
would be the only parchment
that would understand
I am only a writer
I only have words
And I have so much more to say
I think you are the only one
Who understands
There is truth in the grain
It's inside the rain
So geography affects us
But it's not the end
We're all but grains of sand
Fingers from a greater hand
In this abyss we consider a bliss
I'm just a breeze from a bigger wind
