the air is good,

the sun like kerry gold butter

on my body 

i am a lowly donkey,

I come in meekness and the gentleness 

of Christ.

i am humble in appearance, yes

but there is quiet confidence and divine strength 

inside me.

i know there is nothing attractive or shiny about me,

my big dumb expressive eyes, my hooves black and always dirtied. 

my bellowy cry, obnoxious and far from delicate.

what even is the use of a 

ugly brown stupid donkey 

like me.

yet, 

He chose me.

He chose me.

placed palms 

before my feet.

and that is my greatest honor.

there are a bunch roofers 
stapling shingles on top of the house two over.

I can see and and hear them clearly.

I get a wildly intrusive

rebellious thought 

what if i 

put on my 

red one piece bathing suit,

(it makes my breasts look magnificent, 

along with everything else)

and lay out my body beneath the sun and God and the roofers.

do you think one of them would 

f 

 a

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staple guns ricochet

e v e r y w h e r e, 

shingles, metal nails and

hard working men

go flying 

can you imagine

instead 

I lounge on my chair

like a lizard 

covered fully in 

brown pants and a 

white shirt with an old 

butter chicken stain on it.

the roofers pay me 

no mind.

i deleted Instagram yesterday.

how am I supposed to let 

Montana know

that I bought the green pepper

jalapeño jam 

she recommended?

here i sit, with rice crackers, green jam and cream cheese

on a blue paper plate

and no one to share it with.

 i will go and

tend  to my garden of 

creativity