i met god in the back isle of the 7-11
he bought me a lipton iced tea and smiled at me
he paid in coins, jingling loose in jean pockets
and i knew he had given me all that he had
it felt like a metaphor
but i sipped my tea in the passenger seat of the truck
all the same
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
