in sickness and in mourning
Aug 12, 2023
for months,
i have held my entails towards
heaven, here i am dear god
do your best, do your worst
but i won’t ask for fire
this fever already burns like hell
every year in august
i count how long a man can disappear
without a trace
or a word from the other side
for bodies decay and spirits die
at the hospital the other day,
i tried to recall god
at their best and at their worst
but i don’t forget the fire
always at my door
a letter from hell
i hope my father is not there