| fly boy- so you can touch Her hand- a black line fading through Her creases- folding around your cheek as you silence yourself crying over Her tongue curling under and- over children speaking about their grown up years and love that is yet to come Hallelujah as Her teeth bend into a very crooked smile pushing through your stomach where Her spirit is kept and Prayer dancing in a black room with no one but the devil drumming his foot no one but the devil praying for your moves Her foot on your back with one word behind your ear sing child, sing "god don't love me" |