A Good Girl’s Confession

by Franki Valentine

David Middleton Poetry Award
Second Place

Clinging to you,
my rosary burns
prayers into my palm.
You, the solid wall of black
and blue. Ready to fall,
kill us all, but make it quick.
I’ve got other places to be—
other people to see.
Why, God, me?
Touch the bare nape
to make a smile
a mile wide. Miles away,
forget the day when
fingers intertwined
behind the seat of a van
where making room
for Jesus was “cool.”
Did it really mean nothing?
Erased from time, from memory,
from skin. Erase the sin.
Embrace the Son, the Father,
the Holy Ghost, too.
As long as they understand
my soul belongs to you.