Two Small Words

Like a crafting guildswoman

she used two small words to pass through a week

to mask the distraction of all that amazing grace

 

she took the lace

and spread it upon her bosom

where Abraham lay before Christ came

 

she took thirty books

and read them in one evening

trying to earn the amount of knowledge

that would make the machine

spit them into her sphere

but instead she found

the energy to say

two small words to herself again

and feel

that they were real

 

she looked for the silver lining

it is there

nobody’s perfect and the sun doesn’t shine

where the moon won’t go

 

they tore a new hole in her soul and placed their caring there

She can never replace it

but she’s found a way

to almost erase it

 

she sees the strong sweet soul sister

she has a smart time

she takes no

and yet she serves up ok-ness

like a waitress

at the hard-knocks café

 

it doesn’t say she has to be there

at all

she’s in her room reading a book

about senergy

and the brains apparati

for unctional spirituality

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s