Among the apologies that we printed
And triple-checked for spelling errors
Before circulating into the waiting rooms of social hypochondriacs
I slipped the secrets of the universe
Encoded by some summer-movie logic
And randomly dipped in honey
To be skimmed over
To remain frustrations
I stamped my vulnerability and sealed confession to it
I delivered as many as I could by hand
And I write more letters every day
About the truths of loneliness
The sole response to fear
The answers to infinity
The facts of fairness
And how to be eternally happy
Dispersed throughout an explanation of how I wish I could have been
How it breaks me to be broken
How I do try to be better and how it’s working
And from which star God watches
And what happens when we die
And why us
And the secrets of the universe are safe
April 15th, 2019
The Favoring Wind 