Doubting John (poetry)

Lying there so cynical
Did I bring you miracle?
Wrapped in glitter and gold
Still you linger below
Can’t get a foot hold…

© Delia Ross. 2022

Wait. Have I been using the correct copyright year in my previous post?

I don’t do time anymore 🤪

I gave time up 👀

Also, I’m still writing poetry about you, and John, and us

Guess he’s just a part of us

Until I can get his bones out

He says he’d rather be in a pack on my back than in that fucking hole 🕳

I think I might be experiencing post traumatic stress from his death

But also

I can’t lose you 👀

Maybe you don’t save the world, but instead the girl that does 👁👄👁

I delivered you a poem and miracle

“What of those who believe without miracle and wonder”

Crucify her anyway!

I love you 💕