bleed hearts talking on the phone



how long does it take to count all the faces in the room who don't pray any way like you



church room full of painted masks



silver surfer melting wax takes on shapes of crucifixes on some child's head



breath, why are you so shy?



kitchen sink full of ants carry sugar down the walls



every sweetening has been made off



a mailman walking up the fence a dog bark heard inside my head



these are the things that keep me from the truth, the truth



breath, why are you so shy?