when god speaks

just listen: the birds in the holly tree
speak in tongues. their voices
rise like smoke, like a sacrifice.
i wouldn't have known it either
had i never felt that hurt before.

i was alone in my bedroom, watching the night
pull down its shades, the colour of an old bruise.
it frightened me, how little i wanted
to live another day.
i could never feel this whole again.

.spicy.thai.burrito.

Last time I saw Matt & Kim, Kim was in and out of the lady's room while Matt was talking to us. Apparently, she had eaten some spicy Thai burrito, and was trying to brush out the taste and smell on her breath.

It makes me wonder if I'll recognize what she had for dinner tonight, through all the sweat.