2022-07-17 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day#draft
dining with a window i say for one except really fast so it comes out as “how are you.” wincing in unison, like saying “you too” after a “have a good trip.”
i fill in the silence the way i learned to fill my mouth with promises when too much happiness came flooding in, pocketing some for use later until i realized
i couldn’t believe how many people smiled at me from the street. i couldnt believe i could hold a gaze without curling in on myself i couldnt believe i could be a believer, a chosen one, until i realized it only takes one devotee to make a religion. until i realized
god died so i could stop right here, sit by the window, unencumbered other than the warmth of my ancestors & blood-bound conspirators, loving imps over- crowding my shoulder space. until i realized
faith is ritual made individual. devotion is an act of love for one.