Mutation
The DNA
The sewing needle
The buttonhole
The blueprint
The mitochondria
The handicraft
The tablespoon
The fabric
The surgical instrument
The aorta
The dropped stitch
The rupture
The petition
The interpretation
The decomposition
The rot
The riff
The silk
The speech
The throat
The variant
The uncertainty
Morass
There’s mud tracked into
the house again,
damnit,
get the mop
out
and get on with
it.
I look at the
mess and think
what if God
is really more of a
floundering?
This holy morass,
this wondering,
that everything fights
to keep away from you.
Because this kind
of God abhors
making a factory
out of life
and prefers
to sink,
for mud could never
be efficient
sticky,
oozing, and
unformed. Just a
thought and image
out the lips
more of a feeling
one’s way around
things &
a neverending umm
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Sophia Leenay is a copywriter based in New York City.