Rhythms: Back Space

Source: Pexels. Cole Keister, Photographer

by Lisa Marie Popp

Teacher

bring me to Heaven

or leave me alone

Lord I got sad,

I must’ve done something wrong

but there’s no God to call on

now my youth is gone

Nobody gets saved by sniffing cocaine

Shaking your knees blankeyed in the rain

when it snows in your nose

you catch cold in your brain

Don’t hide your bones

I hear your groans

how sweet your moans

Genius, your art is done

Lover, your body’s gone

Father, I’m coming home.