Doubt is a foam-eyed dog.
once I was a wide-mouthed girl
pier jumping just because
bossing around that sharp white water
knowing exactly who I was
I would take the horse out back
and shoot it between the eyes
I knew the poor thing had gone lame
I knew I need not cry
I would stop things from happening
and start the things that should
now I only tremble wildly
wondering at what could
I’m all numbed out in groc’ry stores
bewildered by plastic snacks
trolley wailing alone in the aisles
mind slipping between the cracks
confusion is my gospel
doubt is a rabies dog
primal as it flounders through
a desperate foam-eyed fog