by Noel Ruiz
my absence is my presence.
on waking up and finding yourself that you are a ghost
complete with a solitary soul
a scrubbed feet
and a bucket-full of words.
i said, i am definitely god.
because. i can perfectly hurt myself
with all emotions
with all truthfulness
and i can know know know the meaning of everything.
i am in a wasteland wandering among macbeth people
i am a fallen error of divinity.
a resting peace of a church, unestablished and
gloating from too much blood