The World is Not Enough with Me [sonnet]

As a kid, I played
At Mass. I was the Priest.

I gave my sister Communion
In our plastic-draped, pastel living-

Room in our one-bedroom home
In our barrio in ritzy Westchester

In New York. We weren't allowed
In the living-room. But in

For penny -- in for pound.
We broke sugar cookie hosts.

We have no pictures;
We didn't document sins.

If I led down the aisle,
Would you convert?

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