Monday, November 23, 2015


My breath doesn't prove anything
A pulse proves even less
I'm sure if I put my head on your chest
you'd prove your heart is beating
   (I'd convince myself it's intimacy
   imagining your heart is a god
   that hits snooze
   every time an alarm goes off
   because there is no god 
   where you sleep.)
I sigh and kick the dirt
afraid to tell you what I believe
I patch the ground I uncovered
hoping you notice how hard I worked


phogue said...

May I borrow the line "no god where you sleep?" That's a powerful grouping of words.

Kara Bibb said...

Of course! Please send me the final piece.

phogue said...


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