black zipper duffel bag bodies in bodies of water terrible temperament a storm full of rose petals lying on a snowy pavement, a box of tissues in your therapist's office and this cab isn't yellow it's blue like a bruise it shifts under the moonlight and you blush thinking about your first kiss with a wolf of a man you stole a ring too big from until your headphones run out of battery and you ponder the meaning of this existence and your position on humanity's timeline but it's no use to stop and think because the world goes on without you like a beautiful platinum marble full of warm blood that tastes like milk and honey and the first bite of the fruit of the tree of eden and there's no other choice than to walk out when he starts yelling and throwing beer bottles out in the heat of a summer from ten years ago that you thought you wouldn't see again outside of the eight minutes god gives you to look back on all you've done and witnessed. they still think i'm one and the same with you, jophiel, how long until they notice that we're two separate individuals?
"in the citrus fog of south italy i saw a great big wolf by the name of randy.
he had grey ears and a dark muzzle and he spoke these words to me:
do good by your parents and you shall be rewarded eternally.
do good by god and you shall be rewarded the same.
i asked randy how that was possible but he didn't elaborate.
we sat by the water and he took out a flimsy fishing rod.
we talked about the sunset and how everything dies and he said that god doesn't die
and that nothing else matters."