"worship was just me
grasping for a map I couldn’t read     i still carry
worship

in my bones, i carry god    tucked somewhere
in my ribs      not my heart   god lives

in the marrow"

"father, forgive me my drunk inheritance: forgive the stairs that collapsed beneath the weight of me: forgive the third floor window that tried to swallow me into the night’s mouth: forgive the bodies i swallowed like broken teeth: the knees i spent trying to summon god in my own mouth: forgive my DNA strands for they are sculptors of brief suicides in this body: i’m trying to love the shattered window of myself: the hands: the rocks:"