REVISIONS OF A BURNING BUSH
There is a burning bush.
Okay. Hello. God has teeth. Sorry—
ENOUGH ABOUT GOD.
Sorry—
ENOUGH ABOUT TEETH.
Oh my god!
Some things are meant to be white.
Wait—
Some things that are white are good.
Well, the snow!!
Duh.
I’ve been determined before I was born.
No.
Think about it.
Bend the way your stupid mind is Not supposed to.
ENOUGH ABOUT PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY ARE GODS.
Okay. Goodbye.
The God of Snow has left.
Sorry! Not Sorry!
There is no fire now.
I am a fire
yet I love you.
I’m sick of waiting.
All I have to do is
Think about
Toothpaste, Jasmine Rice, The Love
Fresh Blank Paper
Waiting to be
Inked with Black.