First of December

God come on stop cutting me

out of your photos God stop dragging

the mouse around my shopworn

body like a chalk outline then clicking fill

with background God I know

that times are tight I know you only

made one death per person I’m sorry

to have snagged more than my

share but surely you’ve heard about to each

according to his need and I guess

I got what I needed God I’m sorry

to those who find with time

that there aren’t deaths left for them to die

but God you’re the one who stokes

demand then chokes up the supply