Left your guilt in the confessional, a comfortable release

"When Jesus spoke to proud nationals he never lived in our great country"

The softball team where everyone looks like me

The hot carafe whose drink I'll never have

Sunday Rituals

Old enough to know their weight

Left your childhood in those fields, collapsed in your black shirt

Woke up in a van, whose doors were weldеd shut

Estranged at birth to half, enthralled by thе other

The guidance that you had, their beauty, and their struggle