nothing like an Easter funeral

listening to a podcast
in the parking lot 
of a gynecologist,
I am an avenger
of the apocalypse. 

cognitive dissonance
is no one's friend,
and in the end
it's just the end.

I prey each day
that I may
advance in spite
of my stumbling feet. 

the morning garden
re-reminds me
to find fame in flame,
even venomous snakes