"It doesn't say that you'll burn in hell forever. It says that your name will be stricken from the book of life and it will be as though you never were. Well, what if that is the bottom line truth—whose side do you want to be on?"

I would tell you all my truths

verbatim

But the truth is

some of them

are wordless

Misshapen tastes

distant hums from time not this

fog between awake and

sleep

I thought I want

to tell you everything

But I can’t and
I don’t think I do

I’d rather
leave you with an
impression

All you have of me

all I have of you
inaccurate

And true

Honest feeling

without exacting

of what it was

So it can be

emblazoned upon zippered industrial vinyl

of the passenger seat of the 660 Kenworth Red

Tall-tale

Tell-tale

Told-tale

The only impression

I have left