Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


the things i wish for
are not huge,
but they might as well be.
the way of this world
is to punish those
who are unable
to grab & hold enough
simply to live
without shame
without want.
of all the sins,
none is worse
than need.
to take & hold
more & more & more
is to become
more & more & more
pure, high, holy.
the soft sobs & whispers
of the filthy hungry
is God’s assurance
that however much you take
beyond what you need,
it’s not your fault.
my wishes are not huge
but, obviously,
my unworthiness is.

©TA Barnhart October 20, 2020