Ask, as if to extract admission,
or hoping to discover I am empty,
What do you believe?
and I say, “There is nothing
to be claimed today not wrong tomorrow”.
I laugh my loud, ungraceful laugh,
rub two words together, making light
for a blind and slippery god who, for all
I know, may also lose his way…
“My god is the worm
whose kingdom comes to everyone.”
