Her laptop says Coffee and Jesus, so I fish the Bible from my backpack,

a goblet neither full nor empty, off balance there, like Humpty Dumpty

Take, eat my memory of the woods.

Hollywood would not photograph us for two or three more decades, they cut away

When storms of change recalibrate reality, Rewrite the code that holds the cosmos together.

let me rub your aching soles withs frankincense and myrrh