God’s housecat
I wish I was God’s housecat. I’d curl up at the foot of His bed, squinting in the sunlight. Then I’d saunter into the kitchen, just as God was opening a can of tuna. He’d set the empty can on the...
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Men in boats about to capsize, look to my light with longing. Envy my firm footing. Do not know whether they should hold on to their wrecked ships or swim to shore. They assume I’ve always been here,...
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Every year, I forget and reach for the promising clusters of red and orange hidden in the bushes along the forest trail. I forget that salmonberries are flavorless, that their sour blandness makes...
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