01.  Contact after Daniel Krieger 

I went no contact with God, after reading about the Holocaust in seventh grade on my parents couch and looking up at the ceiling and getting mad. But God didn’t go no contact with me. I found God in the rivers, in the airplane skies, in the light on a lover’s face just after dawn. I went no contact with meaning, after getting too close to the edge, after everything else fell, after the void swallowed me up, but meaning did not go no contact with me. For there in the alley behind my house I ran into old friends, I noticed the same time on the clock each day, I pulled the same tarot card from a shuffled deck for a month straight. I went no contact with you, goodbye. I’m sure I’ll see you soon, see you everywhere, too.