Hostibal
Saturday morning, I woke up with Johnny asleep in the crook of my arm, as usual. I lay for a long time watching him breathe, watching the perfection of his…
December 10, 2008
I called through your door,
“The mystics are gathering
in the street. Come out!”“Leave me alone.
I’m sick.”“I don’t care if you’re dead!”
Jesus is here, and he wants
to resurrect somebody!”
-Rumi