As you lay dying designing
A new hearse, I went down
To free the birds. Enough,
You said. The goats removed
Their shoes and blessed us as one.
We are not one we are not two
We are not numbered at all.
Whatever, said the aleph to the bet.
Prepare to break the law please
Pull here, said the vav to the zayin.
Release these shenanigans and go
Where god goes: into the mix.
Who dare blame the clouds
For what they resemble. Weak
And wonderful, almost wicked,
Sometimes naked. Refrain
From explaining what a flat
White is any day any day any day.
In the future make memories, stagger
Up the slide, pretend to enjoy retching
In the sun. No shit we speak in tongues
We stop. After lifetimes sighing
With nothing to come, come here.
Fuck but only to snug. Against
The wall trying to make you mad
To laugh to try and push me off
The bed but let us not collect
References forever let us leave
For very long time not return
For very long time.
Nat Sufrin is a clinical psychologist in private practice in New York City.
Photo by Bianca Ackermann on Unsplash
