BECAUSE I BELONG TO ISAIAH

I said to him "Pastor,

Woe is me,

I am a man

Of unclean lips."

He said "What is it

My son?"

I said "It's that

No matter what I say

or do, there is always

And forever this one

Fucking little crusty corner

Of my mouth that

My damn $24,000

A year caregiver

Can't seem to find

With the God bless-ed washcloth."