Somewhere in your directory
Under the letter “B” is my name
Cross it out tonight and put
Cross of dust and cross of silence
If there is a God..
One hundred of winters, not one summer
Few crumbs from your table
And no one has never waited
As I did, to the length of pain
If there is a God...
My friends since long ago
Have houses
Only my house is
roofless
You’ll be damned
Oh, If there is a God
You’ll burn in hell
I dreamt of
Hey, you entering my song
Entering freely as into your own garden
Swallows flying up to your armpit
I sing, growing out white wings
It doesn’t hurt me anymore
I dreamt of
Hey, you eating cherries with angels
And the angels look like me
And I’m whispering into your lap
Give birth to my kids like cookies
And it doesn’t hurt me anymore