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By Misti Date: 2002 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.04.04.12.9752]] |
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God is out of it. His alleged words His alleged plan His alleged laws will not lay the foundation for our marriage. everyday we live on San Andreas Fault everyday people who love God get swallowed into the earth or whirled away by tornadoes or shot in schools while the red white and blue whips in the wind everyday we pretend that things will get better we don't know how I call you Cookie Bear I caress your face and you tell me it tickles you carry out the garbage I clean the bathroom I accuse I yell I slam the door you get silent and the violence is purple blue black green and restless under the surface ...things will get better God is out of it and so is Darwin and Dylan and John Lennon and your parents and mine it's just us you me we are flawed and fragile whipping in the wind. |