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v.
somewhere along the lines, you forgot to tell me that sometimes parents lie, too
iv.
if i meet god on my supposed judgement day, i will apologize for putting faith into you instead of him.
he seems like a reasonable guy and i think he'd understand
iii.
i'm not sure i believe in god,
but turns out the idea of his existence is more credible than you ever were
ii.
i was eight then.
i believed in god and church like i believed in unicorns and magic,
like i believed in marriage that lasts and love that forgives and endures,
like i believed in the mystery of fireworks and fish breathing underwater,
like i believed in you
i.
i asked you once why genesis never mentioned the dinosaurs.
you told me: "sometimes the bible lies"
Literature
Fifty
Please understand: I do not want
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Literature
A Parenthesis
You were (a parenthesis, that paused
the daily, mundane stuff
of life;
a bundled breath
of fresh joy,
and borne in the wonder
of love.
Gasping and grasping,
'til in quiet you laid
still;
and I, my Child,
lie in quiet, still
tears).
And now, that is all you are,
and still so much more.
Literature
A Pocket Full of Sky
When I was young, my father would take me to the highest tower of Notre Dame precisely once a year. It would be cold. Freezing. But we'd stand there, and take deep breaths of air, and peer down, towards the tiny ants of people below. Down, towards the sprawling city beneath us. It was always winter, when we'd go. Always cold. Freezing, freezing. But however cold it was, and however dull and bleary the weather, my father would ask one thing, and one thing only: that we adhered to tradition.
"Lucie," he would say, with the fond smile and kind eyes I always remember. "Lucie, my peach. Whatever you become, and wherever your heart and mind leads
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full title,
the loss of faith backwards is still lost.
alternative title: sometimes i miss god but i miss you more
the loss of faith backwards is still lost.
alternative title: sometimes i miss god but i miss you more
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I read this when I was going through stuff for The Society, and I was completely floored. I absolutely love this.