The cooked meat
comes apart at the seams,
for it's our "first date" --
where I put MY "shadow"
behind me, yes, I put
my "best foot" forward.
-- Is it the right one?
I'm pretty well balanced on both,
if I do say so myself,
but you- You didn't ask,
and Richmond- Richmond is home
to pretty faces. Lifestyles adorned
with stripclubs, IPAs, and sports.
I thought I could learn to love
the native streets I passed
by... on my way to greener seas.
She seemed fresh, new, and
like a front porch's floodlight
against the world's calamity.
She's art, Etsy, beauty, earrings --
blonde a shade of cheese
I've never quite seen
illustrated and transformed
into that of a compact "Bitmoji" --
but she's faker, lighter, and more one-dimensional
than the pages of that bible
which she reads at night before going to sleep.
In my dreams, I yell at God,
confusedly, but also in my own senses
which, to the masses,
are best left unknown.
Sure, she can light a candle,
but I wonder what Peter and Samuel
would think about such a cardboard cutout
crumpling its knees
in their pews.