You are afraid to lose people
Afraid is the color in your bones
Not something people will see
Mind you
Unless they are in the restroom when you howl
Or live next door to you
Across the street
When you hurl mommy
Bad mommy
Like a curse

Yes. Word.
Word is your answer
Word made flesh

Not your drugs
Meaningless coupling
Always looking for the cookie
When the other kids draw pictures of…

Mommy is the word
The word is God
Dwelt among us

You know now you can lose “me”
Simply by
Driving “me” away

But He remains forever
The Man who made his bed in hell
Only to bust outta there
For us