Here is a poem I wrote when I was 19 that was included in my college literary magazine. (This list was inspired in part by Sarah Gorman's recent list.) The poem is titled, notably in all lowercase, "the trinity." This is horrifying. Next time I'll do a more recent one, IF I MAKE IT.
  1. we'd pray
  2. on the way to church,
  3. the three of us.
  4. .
  5. my father, driving, would go first, a lingering Our Father,
  6. bordering on bravado,
  7. sucking up all the oxygen in the suburban with his belief
  8. that God's in heaven and he's holy.
  9. .
  10. sam would go second, mumbling Hail Mary,
  11. unmistakably dreading an hour-long Catholic mass with his droning wish that a woman
  12. who is full of grace prays for him, specifically.
  13. .
  14. I would go last, exhaling a Glory Be in an unprecedented eight seconds.
  15. sam always turning from shotgun—
  16. .
  17. "damn it, biz, the shorter yours is the longer ours have to be."
  18. .
  19. as if we had to fill the car with prayer,
  20. as though the 15-minute ride to Prospect must drip worship,
  21. as if the Trinity stood on its head while we twisted and turned down route 422.