when God needs a girl

I am no ones girl.

On the edge of the wilderness

I will stare into the night

with a flannel shirt and socks

and no arms behind me

to remind me that the bed is

warm.

 

I am no ones girl.

On the reading of a future

I will stare at a frosted sun

with a smirk or a frown

wondering if God needs a girl

to keep warm.

 

I am no ones girl.

On the way to the end

where the children grieve,

I will sleep into something or nothing

as the girl who chased

after the God with a warm laugh.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s