I reached out to the goddess
White knuckling it
On my knees
Rosary in hand
Asking for a shift
In the tide
To pull me under
Cleanse me of my sins
Outed by the guise
Of organized religion
I admit I am in love
With Pope Francis
What happens when faith
And love collide
And all that is good
And evil mesh together
Fingers entwined
Last night I dreamed a blue bird was flying above me
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