Poem: Don’t Look at Me

If I were a painting, I could maybe understand Your desire to stand before me and strip Me down until you are satisfied with the Judgments you have made about me, as though You are an expert on what i…

Poem: Swimming in Snow

Dad can’t stand the cold He wasn’t meant for trudging through snow He was meant for swimming He swam all his life when he was younger He would choke on a sea [I don’t know the name o…