John 1:1

 in the beginning the word was with God 
the word       was God   &
now I’m afraid to say
the word that steals the morning before toast and eggs        before my mother calls
to say her word;    a word I refuse to pronounce.
Words that remind me
where this poem began  
comingtogether;    
Words forming something            I really don’t want
Words that somehow sacrifice the person          needing them.
Words         that       cannot         be         beautiful.
Words that no one solicits.   
in the middle of the night,                   during a snow storm.       
Words that have become desperate     
Words that have h o l e s,     
Words that cannot be trusted 
Because who knows what these words do when they’re alone?  
 
Because who knows what these words do when they’re alone?
Words that cannot be trusted
Words that have h o  l e s,
Words that have become desperate    
in the middle of the night,                   during a snow storm.
Words that no one solicits.                                                                
Words         that       cannot         be         beautiful.
Words that somehow sacrifice the person          needing them.
Words forming something            I really don’t want
comingtogether;    
where this poem began  
Words that remind me
to say her word;    a word I refuse to pronounce.
the word that steals the morning before toast and eggs        before my mother calls
now I’m afraid to say
the word       was God   &
in the beginning the word was with God