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I do not know how you speak to God.
maybe you talk on tuesday nights,
when the moon is full and the sky is dark.
or maybe you leave Him little notes inside library books like
“hey big G, just wondered if you cut soulmates out of cookie cutters or if things happen just because?”
I don’t do all the right things like
go to church or always love thy neighbor,
but I asked God for a miracle one night
and he made a plain boy become radiant.

and on a plain night in a plain room,
that radiant boy swallowed my heart with his ribcage.
he held my hand and he kept me close
and he made me feel like I was safe.
and he said a lot of things all those ordinary nights,
but all he really meant in the end was “hold on”.
and I wish he knew how much those nights meant,
just the two of us watching I Love Lucy reruns
or waiting to fall asleep.
because I saw a plain boy become radiant
without ever knowing he did.