Purple disco ball sparkles anoint us in the lights-off gym basement of Sacred Heart School.

 [And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘cuz I don’t think that they’d understand.]

I can’t believe Robby is slow dancing with me even though the adults canceled the Passion play because I, a girl, auditioned for the role of Jesus Christ.

[All my life, I prayed for someone like you, and I thank God that I, that I finally found you.]

 I think about the way my classmates look when they’re up at the altar in their white robes and belts at Mass, hair shining angelic under the church lights.

[I don’t wanna close my eyes. I don’t want to fall asleep.]

Now we glorify, twisting in the darkness, flashes of violet bisecting our waists, spaghetti straps, and undone ties.

[I know it’s up for me (if you steal my sunshine).]

I want to touch all these bodies, and I’m not saying shit about it in confession.

[Tell me all your thoughts on God, ‘cuz I’d really like to meet her.]

We’re all singing it, aren’t we?

[Three days since the living room, we realized we're both to blame but what could we do?]

I just don’t believe it’s a sin.