I can promise you my bathroom has never been
so clean as the time I
listened to Andrea Gibson read the holy words to
Thank Goodness while I scrubbed
and while I screamed
there are
and will always be some things that are made clean
and holy
through inner contemplation
outward resignation
through quiet
and other things
holysacredimportantstill
that come to conception and creation
only through
Anguish
holysacrednevertheless
still
the act of regeneration
regrowing a limb
A ventricle
A vertebrate
A whole goddamn beating heart
I believed in God until
the same people who preached him from
a gold inlaid pulpit turned their back on
his relatives
refugees fleeing the middle east
I cannot believe love exists three in one
slammed door
stolen children
suffering
despite an upbringing promised
true love
was tough
