OCD in Three Parts
1.
Someone asks
if I like the number three
because of the holy trinity.
I shake my head no,
three times.
2.
I forget to mention
I was kicked out
of children’s bible study
for asking if the other kids knew
it wasn’t a literal resurrection.
It kept me up at night.
3.
I don’t pray to zombie Jesus.
He walked on water,
that surely wasn’t clean.
He only lived twice,
and three is the best number.
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Really appreciate the conceit here.
Love the set up of this poem.
we should all suffer ocd like this… well done.
Niceeeee