to know that you woke
one day to your father’s voice,
soft, reassuring, your world.
To know that he led you to the desert,
placed you in a pan,
doused you with kerosene,
set you aflame.
What unbelief you felt as you burned.
Walk toward him,
hold open your bubbling arms,
plead with the devil to forgive your sins,
cry out to the father with fire in his hand.
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