I have no catholic memories, except for the snake in the garden
And the blood smeared on the doorframe
I have yet to eat from my plate

We unwrapped two tall legs on our wedding day
And you haven’t looked back since
Your brown eyes are sinking me like thick mud
As you stare through the hole in my head
It happened when you left

I’ll leave the light on in case you come home
In case you come home
I have no memories of peace or love or forgiveness
I spend my time in darkness banging my head against the wall