Robert Colpitts

It strikes me

That instance
Is purely
A wound

Ugly
Reoccurring
Omission

Never
Love

So picture this
Sunlight turned in
Black hole turned out
Placed all around
And a person in the middle

How do you make friends?

As fires
They burn
So bright
Shredding
Hopes of
Peace
Naked
Suffering
Beings

Oh
So
Why
Do
I
Burn
Too?

1.

Love can’t be had on the pot
Nor can you poop there
Pot is broken sucks for you

2.

dedicated to Noelle
may all people now
see how awesome she is please

Openness
Shows
Everything
We are
At once

Does this
Disturb
You?

To know
You are
Just
There?

Standing upright, no longer frightened of Spina bifida, Faith lectures her unborn child on the problem of learning.

“You will face,” says she boldly to the fetus in her belly, “the day where I will hold you too tight, bother you too much, and misuse your love.”

Faith realizes that her speech is tiresome, and does what some women do during the day, she creates a story for herself.

Here it is, watch Faith as she goes out of her apartment in the sky with a blanket and a book.  She goes to the nearest little park–it is a sunny day.  She takes off her shirt and pants (she has lost the child in the air), and lies in her bathing suit reading.  The sun hits her back; she rolls over; the sun hits her stomach.  She leaves after about 10 minutes, heads back home, and now has a story to tell.  Faith will be able to say, “I went outside and laid in the sun.”  People will think that she is the kind of person who “goes outside and lays in the sun,” but really she is just the kind of person who has absolutely no interest in anything at all except mindless things that she cannot actually stand spending time with–example: laying in the sun.

Worse than boring:  during that time, all she did was sleep like a dog.