God is a Widow
By Sara Campos-Silvius

god is a widow
he waits at the crossroads on foggy nights
hair cut bald, shaved to the skin
up and down his forearms
are self-inflicted crosses
counting the heartbeats, heartbeats
since he was last separated from his love
god is a widow
haunting the turnoffs
haunting the bridges
haunting the curves in the road
don’t go driving alone at night
god is a widow
a snowstorm is coming
god is a widow
there’s something alive under the bridge
god is a widow
god is a widow
god is a widow
WAYFINDING:
No need to make any turns! Just keep heading North to the next corner and you’ll have reached your destination.