Less of More

a little less of a little more, a smaller me in the attic of someone elses house. a little further away until i do not have to worry about the words or the punctuation, the notoriety of the base emotion. the delicate sweetness of the sugar coated words that crumble from a touch. the bible says fruit eaten in secret is sweet. sugar eaten in secret is also sweet. i rememer now how as a child at are four squar evangelical church. how over long shaggy green carpet i would sneak out of the service as a little soldier of fortune slowly walking to the back lobby of the church where the coffee table was kept. i would open the blue and white box of sugar carefully viewing the array of gods holy dice stacked evenly. a few in a styrofoam cup with a splash of folgers to melt them and a few more in my pocket for the rest of the service and then i would head back. all these years later i still dont understand the hebrew and latin biblical terms are pastor talked about but strangly i do still drink folgers coffee.