First of December
God come on stop cutting me
out of your photos God stop dragging
the mouse around my shopworn
body like a chalk outline then clicking fill
with background God I know
that times are tight I know you only
made one death per person I’m sorry
to have snagged more than my
share but surely you’ve heard about to each
according to his need and I guess
I got what I needed God I’m sorry
to those who find with time
that there aren’t deaths left for them to die
but God you’re the one who stokes
demand then chokes up the supply
