Honor thy father. I can’t. Shhhhh (his voice) smothers mine, a whimper before a god whose hands sin every inch of me. I cling no more to commandments. Lose myself in the popcorn ceiling that won’t pop. Wander textured kernel bumps alone and scared. Karen Pierce Gonzalez

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