Esme Two

Make offers to a Diety, no need for grace, that greets my swollen feet, strained in my moans, I wonder about this place, heart against bone, there is a churning pity, blown here by the rain, it doesn’t do solitary, alone in its grotto, I wonder what to say, or how to atone, for all my history, given this day, what price is offertory, these café’ jokes kill me, the useless games, become part of my inventory, I don't plan to deceive, put ribbons around a cage, but want to believe, sunshine fills my face.