I was the last within my class to stop believing in God
Which is, in many ways, entirely odd
I
Has he seen azaleas before?
II
They’re different shades of pink, just like the flowers he gave me
through the phone when we were long distance.
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‘I’m sorry, I’m atheist.’
I say to the man who stands on the corner
Babbling about baptism at me, leaflet in outstretched hand,
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