Poem: “Your Gods”

Hello, readers, the few and mighty.

September is not an easy month for me. I’m writing through the days as best I can, but posts might be irregular for a while. Hopefully your state isn’t on fire like mine is. California, the Golden State? More like the Burning State.

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The survivors (Credit: Alyssa Pearl Fusek)

your gods knocked on my door this morning.
the lions yielded, the lions let them in.

they spoke in a language of bone and hurt.
some girls need that, some girls like that —

but I want better.

some men want bone, some men want hurt —
so I spoke in a language of silk and light.

the lions listened, the lions began to roar.
your gods died at my door this morning.

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