Sometimes I wish my
that my mother was
Excessively Religious.

Because then at least
(i suppose)
they would pray to someone else
other than themselves.
and us.

Take a slice.
Take a slice.
With your slate of plaster
and mend a wall with
the frosting covered end.
look to the sky.

See us.

We are hauling bricks
on our backs
curved spines
Grass in the wind
trees caving in.

Change…