WHEN I GET THIRSTY

When I get thirsty

I drink

whatever’s

in the nearest

body of makebelieve.

Sometimes I get a little

drunk on somebody’s

whim. It’s the

fate

of a never

bloomer, to listen

to the marvelous

act

of faith

in happening,

without a prayer.

You knew all this

from the beginning,

yet

you

remained

silent, and tried.