I left church
one Sunday
and never went back, But I used up
all my
belongingness
on communion
wafers. No one told
me
the rest
of the world
already bought
in to
beautiful loneliness, 6 billion characters
in search of a play, A balazo balance
of angels
dancing to
jazz
on the
heads of
firing pins, Waging wars
for cooking
oil
and tea leaves, Eating 9/11
freedom fries
while goin’ to
half-closed
theme parks
in Indiana,