Is this how God marks people–
‘Yeah, her, the one with all the scars on her arm.
Let’s run her through the ringer again —
she’ll be good for my campaign.’
I’m tired of pretending I know he’s real.
I don’t know that.
I doubt it, as much as I believe it.
But I believe in her.
I believe in Tinsley.
Even without that mysterious, Guiding Light
she will find her way back to me.
God or no God,
death can’t separate a daughter
from her mother.