long past your epiphany
not quite ready for your
quia pulvis es
your party looks like it already started
before
your chance to come out
all the smudgy crosses in the world
will not wipe away the fat Tuesdays
emendemus
might as well have another bite of king cake
while
catching another string of beads
go ahead and
laissez les bons temps rouler
caught in between
unsure of how low you’ll go
it’s neither here nor there
for a baby in limbo