i want to tell you about when
i colored pink cats in the hospital and
barb sat down beside me, her apple phone with her dead husband
right there
on the table.
the sound of ashley’s socked feet, how they must have felt after
always
padding around,
and her constant prayer
about the alien matrix on her 40th birthday.
she’d ask almost anyone if they believed in jesus.
i told her that deep inside
there is a smaller me,
she fears god.