Jesus I can’t hear you enough,

I don’t hear your name enough.

I’ll repeat it a thousand
Times more, louder
.
What of my Godmother,
Godfather
Who stood over me?

What about the crush on the boy who was from Detroit,
We two teens -  Sean and I, up in Vermont in bunk beds

Who could have been the love of my life,
Except for his orientation?

I’m an American. I’ve transplanted
Myself
to the birthplace in Boston, MA.

Who invented
The pursuit of happiness? I bet

I had something to do with it.