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i want to know if when you say,
"government" you mean "god."
i want to know if when you look
at the burning television you are 
thinking about tombs or if 
you are throwing a football back
& forth until it turns into a baby. 
i just crave a truth day where
we all say what we mean. i mean
i don't know what to do anymore.
i mean i'm scared for the crows.
i mean i am unconvinced that i am 
a child. few facts comes to mind
when asked, "what do you know?"
people are dying. the sun eats spaghetti.
my brother & i can talk on the phone
for days at a time. a revolution is a place
where we all bury our hope
like peach pits in order to save it.
will we walk decades later in a grove 
of ripe fruit? i talk to my lover about
where & how we can share food 
with our friends. cans of cranberry sauce
& boxes of granola bars. is this how
we answer? i am not sure.
the spirits of uncertainty roost 
on the roof of our little house. 
they say, "what do you want
from this life?" i do not answer 
because i do not know. but i am sure
it is not enough to just wish peace
for the burning mailboxes & 
the drowning headlights. will you tell me then,
what do you mean when you say
"i'm praying for..." do not tell me
you love everyone. love is not a state.
it is where you put your body. it is 
the danger you are willing to dance with. 
i want to love like the crows.
like the animals who unwittingly
walk in front of cars. so, then, tell me
do you want to eat peaches with me?