father, son, and holy void
i no longer care
whose fault it was
which probably means
it was mine.
i could drive my car
into lake michigan
and wake up where
you are.
portrait of a fractal
the sunrise is still
worth being tired for
it's all small things growing
into less small things
if the moon was once
truly part of our world
maybe one day it could
find its way back home
in chicago you don't
need an alarm clock
in the future we'll all
be wearing gardens
