Blood in the toilet.
Standing knee deep in it
With a frozen turkey in my pants.
I keep trying to eat it
but it moves in my mouth like a tongue.
And the sun is also there.
And she touches the back of my neck
with her tongue.
I met her in the fields.
I met her in the trees and we shook hands.
Holy hands, holy pulse.
I walked out of the trees alone, choking on nothing.
People of faith, they say, are never alone.
Once I went walking and all that I touched became white. Clothes, cars, skin. I went walking and touched everyone I saw, and they smiled. Then, I was an old man. And had walked my whole life, and everything and everyone was white. And I couldn't see anything. And I couldn't see anything