Thanks, Hope

by Evalyn Lee

When I am drunk,
Too drunk
For predictive text
To work…

When I am drunk
On sugar, booze, or news,
I wonder, hey, Maybe
Even God needs a break

& Maybe he’s a little bit
In love with sinners
’Cuz Drunk,
Our minds spin,

The light dims
And we sober
Up to the savior
We

Live
Love
Die, I’m vain for you
In vain, I meant to type in vain.

I am drunk, sorry,
From poets taking in and on
Horror migrating
Real people are dying

Passing species in distress,
We hope in poetry
Amaze, Amen, they are drowning,
Water for air, breathe dead

This predictive hurt
Text between my
Drunken thrones
Thumbs, I am on my knees

Tutoring, tulsi, typing
I am sorry, drunk,
The lists of people who
Are dead, it is so long

My heart hurts with hope
Why write
When people are dying?
Thank you for radian reading

My heart&/s bury hurt
OMG it busts me
At heart to be Ali
Alive pressing iFIy precious

Preditable
Ly
Predict
Dictate

Everyone is drunk on God
War Life but the children…
Children need protecting
Not deAth.

God be with them
Strive savior
Atrocities
Structure my meaning words

l drunk send Thank
Language much Phone to you
For easing Reading deAth
Thank hope: you vast blue sEa.