So Damn Afraid

Today inside this molecular rodeo my old hotplate is really making a ruckus as it struggles to heat up water for instant coffee and my morning cowboy bath. Three years now I've lived in this trailer, staring at the gnarled faces within the wood paneling. It was the same when I was a young boy. 'You never know, one of  them could be God's' I often thought while picking my nose. And even though it's said that nothing's ever hid, God's likely way too busy for keeping track of our separate lives, whether an ant, aunt or a bird. Yet somehow I've always felt that presence in almost every midst. My good friend, on the other hand, is an atheist who, as we speak, is dying in his bed, and I'm just so damn afraid that seeing the infinite stars above the trees in his back yard doesn't at all feel to him like being called home.

stale soda crackers . . .

all these fruit flies

as if in Heaven