Anxious Attachment

I am not easily impressed.

I am attracted to people with rollercoasters

for cars. I am, every minute of the day

spreading another rumor about God.

Truth does not wait for me like a child,

I make it true. Very quickly,

very honestly,

I buckle myself into you and I hold

onto the safety bar,

onto the wind as it smacks

my cheek like a father,

like the love of our Lord. I gift

you my empty shoes,

I shove them on. You will wear them.