| Also check the other version Cosmic Within: Love [link] |
| Also check the other version Cosmic Within: Love [link] |


Sunday in the Kitchendear mother,Sunday in the Kitchen
i ask you how far we are from heaven. hunched over the sunday paper like a patient gargoyle. your eyes blinking too often, and tongue snaking around in your mouth, as if the answer is hidden between your teeth.
dear mother,
you hum holy bars in the kitchenette. say "hallelujah means praise yahweh, praise the lord" say "angels must rest on the tongue of that word" say "angels, oh angels hallelujah, hallelujah, rest in me"
but you haven't slept in weeks. i hear you sob sigh into the night like a prayer. like your table lamp is the cl
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"Go get yourself trampled by a big daddy, would you kindly?"
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Stay if you are happy, leave if your not.
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"Go get yourself trampled by a big daddy, would you kindly?"
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Stay if you are happy, leave if your not.
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