What One Hopes In
i read things
(and they disappear … like smudges on temperatured glass)
this morning … if i force myself back
was on inheritance
an inheritance worth different than those our neighbors softly consider — (until they do it … with vibrance and angst … and unretracted claws)
the stored up wealth i read on was never-evaporating
protected in safes … even hollywood can’t crack
in fact it wasn’t very available … in this region … and time
it was a galaxy size promisary note
with shorelines … and evergreen grass … and the likelihood to fly … and responsibilities one would enjoy
it couldn’t be stolen … since Jesus was its guarantor
so glad was the treasure … that those who perceived it … gave up what one clutches … in the tasty vice here
and that’s saying something
since we wedge ourselves
into quite delicious
body traps
