God is complicated

In 1996 I became a foster parent
I lost a kid to no-one-in-the-system-gives-bat-guano
I gained a thirteen year sentence
I got out on good behavior!?
I lost a baby
She was dressed in pink
The car that drove
Off with her
Was an suv turquoise
With silver running stripe
I can still see the safety glass
The caseworks overwrought hair
Took my baby

Taught me
Love searches the sea
Of faces
Never stops missing
Scans the horizon
Sees You

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