what I felt like as a sinnerwhen I broke my bread with saintsand all the crumbs under the table said, »this is my body, I can’t give to you »oh my god what a mess I’ve madeoh my god what a mess I’ve made of youyou say, « wow »looking up into the clouds, »the sun beams looklike poles made for god to slide downin case of fire,in case of flood (in case we drown)in case of an emergencybut there isn’t one right nowright now.. »…or not to be, »I say staring at my feetreciting bleaker halves of quotesof poetsburied undereath themand I sigh in an act of great defeatsaying uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huhi dont care i dont carehow naive…