we will play hopscotch

we will play hopscotch                            November 27, 2015
i am what i am
does not mean
that you are who
you think you are.

–    the cat tries to chew my pen
–    while i write
–    he has sharp teeth

god is not sharp
and not not-sharp
god is who god is
but you do not yet know
that you owe nothing
to yourself
because you have
no self

i am nobody
i am not anybody

–    the cat curls warm beside me
–    his warm seeps into me

god is never warm
but still seeps into cracks
and shatters Selves
like ice in rock
or comes like a geyser
with a hot whoosh
god is not wet
like floods are not wet

have you ever
run through a wall
or crashed into air?
when you can walk on water
call me
and we will
play hopscotch
and checkers again.


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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