This is how you explained it to me on our knees
that you had never prayed for a miracle
but wrote a signed letter in your heart to God,
switched into lotus pose for a transmission of thought.
That you had never prayed for a miracle,
in a life lived off stage while raging like a performer,
switched into lotus pose for a transmission of thought,
how our desire is to merely be an illusion confirmed.
In a life lived off stage you raged like a performer.
We met as your fires blazed uncontained.
How our desire is to merely be an illusion confirmed,
is that why we were indistinguishable from my place to yours?
We met as your fires blazed uncontained,
1920’s studios along the same beat up strip of pain
It’s why we were indistinguishable from my place to yours,
bed bugs, flooded sinks, laundromats and creaky floors.
1920’s studios along the same beat up strip of pain
Slumlord tenants we met in the rain
Bed bugs, flooded sinks, laundromats and creaky floors.
You grew up in the church but had never prayed for a miracle.
Slumlord tenants we met in the rain
got jobs at the same place and felt our way.
You grew up in the church but had never prayed for a miracle.
That’s how you explained it without ever saying.
Got jobs at the same place and felt our way
drank coffee, ate pastries, felt love summon itself
that’s how you explained it without ever saying,
How our tiles of grief were rearranged into a pane.
Drank coffee, ate pastries, felt love summon itself,
gently melting, tires screeching, horns blaring,
how our tiles of grief were rearranged into a pane,
this is how you explained it to me on our knees.
-joshua turek
