Tuesday, July 8

LEADERBOARD

Brenda told me finding your voice is bullshit. She said God
didn't put you on earth to be consistent, though I don't know who God is
to her. His hands were soft as mushrooms said my great-aunt.
He couldn't change a tire. Made his living that way. Gambling.
Love toy. Projects. Religious refusal to engage critically. Feature,
I meant desire. So sweet and sad it made me sad. The you in the poem
changes when you make it.

(Kelsi Vanada)