god don't love me

fly boy- so you can
touch
Her hand- a black line
fading through
Her creases- folding around your
cheek
as you silence yourself
crying over
Her tongue curling
under
and- over children
speaking about their grown up
years
and love
that is yet to come
Hallelujah as Her teeth bend
into a very crooked
smile
pushing through your stomach
where
Her spirit is kept
and Prayer dancing in a black
room
with no one but the devil drumming
his foot
no one but the devil praying
for your moves
Her foot on your back with one word behind your ear
sing child, sing
"god don't love me"