My Deeds

My deeds spoke paragraphs for me

I couldn’t feel the gravity

Nor see the saturation

But apparently, they tell me

I’ve been laying a foundation

Coming up from beneath me

Like it’s been begging from the mantle

Of an earth that couldn’t handle

Its potential for passionate possession

And the sea parted for Moses

And my deeds parted for you

Like I was blind as Stevie Wonder

Before the day you put too much

Dressing on the salad

Like I wasn’t supposed to know

How this was supposed to go

Until it felt too late, and the earth

Cracked open

In such a way that I found myself

Breathing your air every morning

Not knowing whether to feel lucky

Or to wait to wake up from a coma

And I keep doing things that

I don’t even understand

In a dream-like world where

I got everything I wanted

And don’t even know how to tell you

How happy I am

That no one has pinched me

Thus so far

But that I’m still waiting

(biting my nails)

For someone to explain the punch line

Because you really can’t be serious

Because I really don’t deserve this

Because I could never scratch the surface

Of the deeds you saved me from