When I was a little girl,
I used to wear purple, silk dresses on Easter
to go to church with my slightly religious parents.
We took pictures in front of the Japanese Maple tree.
Year after year,
it was always the same.
But now that I am grown up,
I spend Easter mornings thinking about things
that are much more shallow
than anything biblical
and committing sins
that I was told I should “wash away.”