Mapped waters are more still than those uncharted,
they eagerly lend their waves to
the Litani river flows south in desperation,
just out of reach.
Your mother has gone adrift in Beirut,
wandering, a true vagabond,
whispering hushed Jewish prayers
before the tide, she brings home the cross,
sits you down at the table,
and dutifully performs a Christian blessing in her native Arabic.
"big boobs don’t count if you’re fat"
neither does a big dick if half of it is your personality
sometimes I pretend like I don’t know how to use some of the machines at the gym so I can ask a really hot guy to help me
Belief is a filing cabinet.
It holds whatever
you put in there.
It’s an organizing principal
for a thought.
Before you throw
yourself under a bus
when a file tears,