Whitewash on Sunday
the taint of your fingers
from my hair
my skin
my heart.
There will be no treaty
no placation.
Sometimes
sorry
is not enough.
Sometimes we have to lose
what matters most
to love it
to appreciate it
to gather our wits and our will
to do what God commanded.
White wash on Sunday;
my life is my own.
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