The night my friend confessed her sins over the phone

She told me that she wanted to be holy
But everything she said
Sounded like she wanted to be happy.
And I wanted to cry
And shout out the difference.
But I couldn’t find the syllables
And put them in the true order.

—Jessica Hooten Wilson

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