sundays

I don’t know a lot about god
but I know that on a warm day
rain feels like heaven
and I don’t know a lot about sin
but I know that I felt something
when I pulled off your shirt
and breathed you in
I’ve never imagined selling
my soul to the devil
but I think I came close when
you asked how long my parents
would be gone, and in those
twenty minutes I didn’t
even try to be gentle
I never thought to question
why my mom decided to sleep
with death instead of tucking me in
I have been far too busy finding
the difference between what my pastor
taught me about sex and what
you teach me about religion