Kings don’t act this way

he asks,
what is truth?
standing before
his grace—
Jesus.

i lay down
to sleep after
2 a.m, asking
sing me a night
song, daddy—

my soul goes
downcast, mouthing
“please” into the dark.
water falls down my cheeks,
salt all i taste.

i am he.
the one willing
to make my home
inside your grievances,
even as you question

how can you love me?

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