Portrait of Uncharted Territory Print

Metallic Glossed Print

on the way home

holding the stomach covering the mouth trying not to i remember the potholes the way the truck jolted i imagined all four tires were in the air at that moment and you let me believe

you told me the city was one huge circle told me not to die the way your father died if you say you are fine, you will be if you say you are dying shit you’re dead

you tried to tell me about god how he knew my name but adam and eve were white naked fools your eyes hushed and i see myself in them small worried sick all the world was longing with you when you asked if i was ready i shook my head no before you finished you said over and over i was just like you i talked about my lonely to help you find the man again your mouth

all gone silent fumbling through words you speak it’s better to beg so i begged

you could be many things many men you do not think i will remember rode home

wet gritty faced pressed against a hand smudged window child was the only name it ever had i come to know god as myself but my self is not god just like the light that filled the breach so did the dark

why do i need it to be true? i see something hurting in you i am glad your shattering was splendid