I wonder if, as God turns my heart
over in one broad palm,
He has clocked the rust and barnacles?
Has he smelled my treachery
and mewling weakness from miles off?
I am cowering, expecting chastisement -
like when the hygienist tells you
you aren't brushing your teeth properly.
But he smiles engagingly and says it again.
And it never gets old,
however many times I hear it.
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