sometimes.
i close the sunroof to hide from God.
one time.
i found proof of my dad breaking the law.

but he’s a lawyer.
and i feel better.

his birth certificate reads march first. but
his birthdays were spent on march fifth.

his entire life.

sometimes.
i close the sunroof to hide from God.
only to find.
my best move is to talk a lot.

but i get excited.
and you feel deserted.

but really i’m digging. deeper. than
your dreams. and you hate that.

so i hide.

sometimes.
i close the sunroof to hide from God.
and many times.
it just feels good to break the law.

but he’s the Father.
and i feel worse.

but somehow. it’s you. and i
fear the wrath of the tangible.

flick the light.