The Conditions

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

I couldn’t find god in my heart so I poured some tea

And it floated face down in stray leaves—

Not full leaves just bits of what once were leaves

God was part of god, god was the odor of fruit.

Do you cry in the afternoons? 

Sometimes I dance alone and weep. 

I don’t want to hold on to what’s human anymore.

Let go my sweet cargo. 

Oh the tea—now it’s cool enough…

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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