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April 11th
I don’t miss you at church, I don’t miss you
In front of God
I miss you driving to work,
Cracking open a Celsius,
Eating cacio Pepe
I miss you when I’m getting dressed
I miss you when they bring out
The wrong appetizer
I couldn’t possibly kneel deeper
I couldn’t possibly dig my nails into this tree bark
Any harder
But the breeze bends me to
The doorstep of your altar
(pour your wax into my mouth)
And I don’t miss you in prayer books
Sermons or speeches
But skipping rocks, peeling off leeches
Til the sabotage climbs like fern
What did I do
What did I do
Want to meet at the mall
And review maps
Make plans and hold new hands
I may not be your bride
But we both know I’m your bridle
Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026
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