Galactic Pool

the other night

I thought repetitively 

about how my tears

turn to knives and turn on 

me.

that, 

written down for memory. 

today at this 

muddy table 

thinking about

last night 

how i lied back on it 

and how i lay back on 

it now, the blue 

sky 

drowning in the 

pool 

the way the stars 

the universe 

twirled 

how i try to talk to god 

and only ever 

slightly 

sometimes 

half believe 

in what i say/ask 

and it takes sacrifice 

doesn't it?  

this is me, isn't it?