scratch that

scratch that

I wrote a book called
unbelieve

full of poems about 
how I stopped believing

so many things I’d been taught
as an evangelical Christian

the book ended with 
wings and freedom and

a lilting, happy, hopeful
where do I go from here?

the plan was to move 
on to a second book

where I’d share all of my
bigger, more beautiful and

expansive thoughts and ideas 
about god and spirituality and

the world and what have you
so lovely, so delightful, so so so

but I couldn’t do it 
because…

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(to be continued)

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