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.