light years between us now
your uncertainty decapitates me.
i hope you still buy produce from the market across the street
and eat them cross-legged on the carpet.
don't tell me you've done the bohemian thing
and rationalized religion and God
upon returning home from months abroad,
the discrepancies of faith
air-ridden.
i'm only writing this
because the girl from eons ago
was divine by nature.
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