Dear God
I’m done
trying to
self-determine
my course
my life
my love
my space
as if it all is
really mine.
There are
too many
intersections
influences
overlaps
to believe
that I’m on
a one-way
street
alone.
Take this
ridiculousness
that I call “self”
(but which is
in reality
a web) —
collide with it
bleed into it
smear its
singularity
into a mess that
becomes useful.
P.S. God,
Please act
surprised
when I
repeat
this prayer
tomorrow.