by heytherewildflower

Shadow

In the dream they put the perfect money in God’s
mouth I mean the bodies they put our bodies
in God’s mouth we die that way I think
we’re swallowed whole a sexual thing it is
all we never believed become us so that we are
everything and nothing at once as soon as
you grasp it it’s gone that’s why I want to place the then
on your lap like a shiny plate heavy with the fresh
shadow of food you would swallow “would” ha
ha (did I say shadow I meant slaughter) I think
you’re beginning to understand what’s going this
light leaking from bodies we once called truth.

-Mark Irwin