What can I say that is true?

Where can I go from thoughts of you?

Tackling time won't resolve..

Tsvetaeva ran and lost and ran and lost:

Her story wrapped in revolutionary theory failed.

Thankful for eighty years and a few thousand miles,

I resent that other thousand, thumbs, and remembrances:

Could Dido help with the sand in my shoes?

In January I wrote, "Outside a window above my head

Are unfamiliar trees.

I am unsure of which approach to take."

Baffled still, I write instead.

There are lists covering my life,

but only two occupy me.

HE will not forsake me.

HE will not forsake me.

HE is ripping through me like lightning from stomach to brain,

My heart is paralyzed in shock.

Teach me to thirst like David:

Stimulate this beating organ.

I have returned to this prayer's catalyst-

What can I say that is true?

Where can I go from thoughts of you?