you ever see a man so fine you want to die
when i was younger my mom would drive the 15 minutes to church every sunday, where my brother and i sat yawning and unimpressed by the sermons and the group singing sessions.
the question of religion comes up a lot now that i’m older. i always go quiet, unable to contribute in a way that makes any sense.
because how do i explain that i believe in god—not one that takes the shape of a man and lives only in…