PAD 2

We are no longer at an intersection
or we are, but
not perpendicular streets
not in the same city
not even at the same time.

National Poetry Month - Day 8

Stitching the veins of one hand to the other
I am all tied up, too tangled to tap out-
cat's cradles and stretched rubber bands

I wrote prayers in needlepoint
looping letters to God.

I haven't waited long enough at one address
to receive an answer
past stamped postmarks and pre-paid envelopes

God pays it forward...

Leaving my answers leaning on others' doorframes
perched inside their mailboxes, a bill inked: past due.