here i am again
at urea mountain
why do i have to stoop
to climb up to you

they’re worshipping another prostitute
because it's spring in a place
where nothing grows
on a mountain
covered with beetles and bird shit

water is always right
you said
each time you washed her genitals

how many mountains does love have to climb
before my hands can remember
everything she’s breathed
and still want to be
inhaled by her

trail hiss
free coupons
pandora jesus
who cares who released hope

i sit here thinking
she will bring more comfort to me
than the street value of all your
apostles

Poem #3