have you ever
have you ever tried to figure yourself and god and life out at age 48? I have and please hear me say this in the most unsarcastic font I can find it is so much fucking fun *
This is a poem from my new book, WHOLE, that releases in FIVE FREAKING DAYS. (why, yes, I like to balance out my use of the word “fucking” with “freaking”—it just feels right)
I would looove for you to preorder it. 200+ poems. Some angsty, some sad, some sarcastic, some fun. And everything in between.
Anybody else having fun figuring out shit out in your “old” age?
Love this poem--and your juxtaposition of "fucking" and "freaking" is perfection!
I love that 'whole' section of the book - God: new thoughts - which I think could also be called 'theologizing leaner' (both in the sense that you have less theological baggage, and that you're not entirely sure if God exists but you're leaning towards it)!