I don't know how many times
I have to consider
taking up religion of any sort
to make you love me
as much as I still love you
written out in droplets of tears
on fake wood floor
all along my powder blue toilet seat
while I dig my fingertips
into the base of my jaw
hard enough to make it bleed
understanding and quite possibly
while we examine the content
parenting that would
vouch.
Rip.
