Here’s what will happen:
You’ll hate me for a lifetime
Or
A moment.
And I will visit you at the church
where you work
or in the prison
near my house.
And you will love God
or learn the world according to Satan.
And maybe you will have children
or know the ways of an untrained womb.
And maybe you’ll be happy on your own accord
or shear every inch of yourself to wear another woman.
And you will remember all my sins
and stack them up against me.
Or you will love me
and let memory rot
and forget the day I screamed
until both our throats ran dry.
