True Story from August 20

True story from Aug 20​

Driving alone I pulled over to clarify to the Universe
I’d rather be a friend than a threat.
Cop found this unusual and pulled over
to ask if I knew about the recent robberies.
I told him I was only stealing time and he drove away.

The Universe had already escaped, clearly trying to avoid me.
So I went home, determined to start fresh.
I came in ready to be the wife, but he held up his hand and said
“I’m drunk”

Then he wept and cursed at God because he doesn’t know
who I am without Jesus. He wants to be first
to me yet never felt quite good enough
I kissed his eyes - knelt on the floor
my head on his lap I told him

he was first
i love him
i’m sorry
i want God to show up too

He woke up in a stupor, pencil in hand
drew wild and dark things he doesn’t remember.
To this day, people ask about that sketch
they can feel what he couldn’t say.

Even us without hands are artists.
Even us without words are poets
I’m not sure if the Universe is my friend
but we all know
our hearts are voracious thieves that want everything.