I am a cute painting but a terrible photograph.

God Is a Loosy Cigarette I Want to Smoke

 

I lost me. I ran away.

 

If there is a god why did it fill my heart
with turpentine, saltwater and doubt?

 

Oh my god, fuck it.
Oh my fuck, god it.

 

I haven’t lost god, it’s lost me.
I’ve run away from the god in me.

 

I’ve learned how to hunt and find food
but god is a butter I will never spread
I have replaced god with prescriptions.

 

Hello, my name is Thomas Fucaloro
and I am leaving poetry to spend more time
with my goldfish.

 

My goldfish has a pill...