The next time I go to confession
I’d like to ask the vessel of God
how perverted I am for loving
someone who is like me but
doesn’t look like me.

The next time I go to confession
I’d like to ask the vessel of God
if I’ll go to Hell for loving Buhdda,
Krishna and all the other holies
that exist beyond this earth.

The next time I go to confession
I’d like to ask the vessel of God
why every time I open my eyes
and take my first morning breath
that I feel like a failure whenever
I look into the eyes of someone
who is like me but doesn’t look like
me.