four days with god

Thursday
i am
with fists
clenched pounding
on your legs
like towers
they loom high
below
i lay small
by your feet
crying, punching, cursing
those legs
all i can reach.

Friday
i am with absence
on a bed
arms crossed
door closed
distance for spite
silent but you hear
your ear to the door
i left you
crying on the other side.

Saturday

Asleep

with breath

i scream

in sleep
I hate you

but you creep in

and kneel

on those knees

that were always too tall to see

you kneel by the bed

i swore you from

and with one big hand

you gently sweep one small strand

of hair from my eye

and kiss my head.

Sunday

You drink orange juice

while i pace

wondering how many oranges

it takes

to quench you.

you stand

i sit

and once more

your legs

are all i see.

.my god,my god.

.