Writing

A glowing tree appeared in his backyard. Its roots curled in the dirt, grounding itself and claiming the earth. The bark shimmered faintly in the light, a beautiful light taupe color, reflecting the sun covered by a thin layer of clouds.

When rain bounces off the windshield 

In patterns, 

Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat 

In soft thrums, 

I begin to think and 

am I free

will I ever be

is the meaning in the trees

will they ever be pleased 

as I fall to my knees

does someone hear my screams

when I join everyone leaves

I wish I could just breath

Sea breeze blows my hair

The waves crash onto the beach

Maine ocean in fall

she came up behind me one day & tapped me on the shoulder

i spun on my heel, unsteady, a dumb american consistently

ashamed of my language

she pointed at my face and drew a heart in the air with her thumbs

I don't read the Bible. I lie a lot, tell people I've read Genesis--can one even read Genesis? The beginning of things, written--but I've really just perused it.