God is an American “I still love words.
God is an American “I still love words. When we make love in the morning, your skin damp from a shower, the day calms. Shadenfreude may be the best way to name the covering of adulthood, the powdered sugar on a black shirt. I am alone now on the top floor pulled by obsession, the ink on my fingers.” This is the opening few lines of Terrance Haye’s poem “God is an American” published in Read more