Into A God-ness Only I Can Fit My Mouth Around, A Poem by Chris Russell

Maybe I thought of myself

as this Dagwood,

your favorite sandwich,

so, I wouldn’t be at war

with myself.

And maybe it’s contents

somehow reflect

all those aspects of spirit

I need to digest

if I’m to marry

into a god-ness only I can fit

my mouth around.

Maybe not Dad.

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