If I sleep with my mouth open

Maybe the heavens will hear me.

I am talking to an unknown God while I warm my breast with my cold hands from standing too long under the rain.

God is real

Mama said endlessly but am still figuring out how one person could oversee the universe

I am wearing a face cap written Jordan on it

A man looks at me wondering

But I don’t care because am searching for God while hitting a blunt

I will find him someday but he is busy at the moment

I laughed twice

Too busy to see how rough I am or too busy to see long have cried

I will wait

I will wait for God till I blossom rich as silk and fine as milk.

I will look upon my period blood and scream Yahweh.

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