by Isabella Zaliagiris
“Before I formed you in the womb,
I knew you,”
said my God.
We were all damaged but untouched-
managing to escape the corruption
We learned to clutch.
Like a car wash,
feeling it all
but coming out clean.
You took on the role of Gandhi
While I always knew
I was Charlie Sheen.
The shoulds of life hold me captive
As my tears come from a well of shame.
Inappropriate, gaudy, ridiculous–
But as for my God, He knows me by name.