HE

while my sister dreamed of an ever after,
this night sky brimmed with his laughter and
there he sat. eating hopes that had been sent up
while with my hands i prayed that my whole life
i would survive. thrive.

but who knew, who knew that there is nothing
we can do- you may be alive but you may not thrive
if you do not believe in you- who knew.
time for more prayers. i picked mine up,
she dropped hers off (we call it the jesus shuffle)
nothing was answered; our voices were muffled while
we boarded that train heading back from no where.

that fat boy in my car drummed his thumbs
his eyes full of his mama's cake- another man
in the next car decided that he was tried of being
awake- the train pulled on and out of the dust and
through the rusty tunnel that once made a bridge
between you and i-

see everything comes back, to that
damned laughter up in the sky.

how i used to smile like everything was fine,
until he spread out those diamonds on his rye.
set his eye on me, stuck a fork into my heart,
and began his feed.