lifeinpoetry:

To believe in a god so obscene
she cannot stop loving us
is to believe in our own goodness, no matter
how rough and unearthed, that one day I will love
back with the indigence of my body. Will hear the roar begin
in my palms and catch fire.

— Kendra DeColo, from “After Seeing The Misfits,” Thieves in the Afterlife