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The Teachings of Saints
By E.J. Loera


I take comfort in thinking that maybe
you're like my dad
and you don't say you love me
because you don't know how,
and you don't say I'm gorgeous anymore
because you already told me
so I should know,
and you don't say goodnight
because you are sleeping better
having me in your life,
and we don't have sex anymore
because it's a religious experience
each and every fucking time
and you're too busy praying
to all the saints and gods that exist;
Maybe you're just like my dad
and your silence doesn't mean
that you no longer think I am
Your only one.
Because you're still my only one.


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I am an author of novels, poems, short stories, plays, and vegan recipes. When I am not writing, reading, or painting, I can generally be found hiking with my dog or daydreaming about places to which I have yet to go.