If I believed in heaven

when you’re up there
standing on glass
like the flat-bottomed clouds

I can see your soles
soft footprints on the blue

and you can see 
how down here 
the ground is all aslither
grass in constant oscillation,
silver and beige and billiard-felt

and us gawping up
tiny pale faces
like fish in a puddle

written for Twiglet #302. “fish in a puddle”

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