past midnight

my dressed turned blue/red
somebody turned my ride to pumpkin pie
and i ain’t gonna make it home tonight

Dear Abraham,
you offered my body to the Pharaoh
hoping for more bread, instead
he chased us out of Egypt
(at least he knew the moral wrongness of it-
calling your wife your sister)
we told our children God sent all those plagues
before the Pharaoh would set us free

Yrs, Sarah

Dear Sarah,
It was you who banished Ishmael and his slave mother
now all our great great great + grandchildren
are slaughtering one another.
We have to be the worst parents ever born.

Yrs., Abraham

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