coffee-scented sweat bedsheets
that moment when you wake up
and you look at your life
no—your life looks at you
with uninvited flashbacks
and you literally can do nothing except
agonize and cringe and acknowledge
that you have seriously fucked up
_
that moment when you realize
that you are so powerless from being a fool
a genuine, fucking fool
and you look at your decisions
and you realize there aren't any other
possible ways to interpret your tossed turns except
that you made a mistake
and you were wrong
_
that moment when you cry out
for the Supreme Being of the Universe
and you realize—He cries out for you
with unrelenting love
and you realize there's nothing you can do except
open your arms and ask Him
to take you in once again.













