Sunday

What I know is anymore same. My faith in whatever put. Mother is a mystery. Ocean blue my vein inside the oilman's house. East Texas cavity curse inside its mouth. I remember need. Maybe Aaron knew my reaching. Has Robyn where off to gone? Needing her is my sentence structure. I believe in nature. Maybe God is, too. Lips outstretched in someone's conversation. Make her beautiful. Shameful to be listening. Please is a word belief. Broke a promise to myself. Love is empty acquiescence. Reinforce my worthless when she looks away. Where has all my mental lifted? Sunday-Robyn ghost inventions. Leaving me behind.