Because an invisible man hunkers in a hole beneath the city, subverting.
Because an orphan clings to a coffin floating in the open sea.
Because nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
Because no matter how often I look, Atticus Finch loses that trial. Every. Damn. Time.
Because things fall apart.
Because firemen burn books.
Because a good man is hard to find.
Because I can’t please be quiet please.
Because I’m doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice.
Because if the child is not the word of God God never spoke.
Because Jesus spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower.
Because being forgiven creates a peculiar shame.
Because a rough beast slouches toward Bethlehem.
Because I want to talk about what we talk about when we talk about love.
Because the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Because I cut my own switches.
Because your dragonfly is my snakedoctor.
Because time’s a goon.
Because I can’t go gentle into that good night.
Because fiction is trouble.
Because I have miles to go before I sleep,
And a tombstone is not enough.