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06/26 Breaking News: I Have No Idea What I’m Doing
1st Communion
Dear God,
I know I haven’t been paying attention, but my 1st Communion is coming up, and I don’t know how this all works yet.
I wanted to try to make a bargain.
I don’t know if I believe in You enough for this to count, but I was wondering if You could make Maegan like me in class.
I think she’s Pentecostal. That’s what the other boys said. I don’t know what that means, but they said it like she came from somewhere else.
But I think it’s meant to be, because every time she looks at me, I feel like it’s recess, even if religion class just started.
Sorry about that last part.
I would like Your class, God, but the teacher just writes on the blackboard and we copy it down. The only thing I’m learning is that I need my pencil sharpened every single day.
Anyways, God, let’s focus, eh.
If it wasn’t too much to ask, I don’t know if You could create, like, a movie disaster. Something scary and very dangerous-looking, but where no one actually gets hurt.
Because, God, oh God, I don’t know.
If this isn’t too much, could You give me powers to save the day? Hopefully save a girl or two personally. Or at least a cat.
Enough to make the newspaper in Timmins.
Okay, God. There’s this guy Shaun. He likes to pick on me.
I know I ask too much, but if Maegan and the disaster stunt are too much, can You make sure Shaun stops growing or something so I can catch up?
He’s mean, so he doesn’t need to get bigger.
I do.
I’m a good guy, remember?
Okay well, anyways.
I got to go to bed now.
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The poem succeeds chiefly through voice. The prayer form is doing a great deal of work here, because the one-sided address to God licenses a child's logic to unspool without authorial intrusion, and the result is a speaker who feels overheard rather than performed. That distinction matters: the most affecting moments arrive not as crafted lines but as the speaker correcting himself in real time, as in "Sorry about that last part" and the bartered downgrade from Maegan to merely stunting Shaun's growth. The escalating series of requests gives the piece a spine, moving from love to heroism to petty justice, and the descent is funny precisely because the child does not perceive it as a descent.
The strongest single stroke is "every time she looks at me, I feel like it's recess, even if religion class just started." The line earns its place because it translates an abstract feeling into the only currency the speaker fully trusts, the schoolday, and it does so without reaching for adult vocabulary the persona could not possess. Much of the poem's integrity rests on this kind of restraint, and where the diction slips the seams show. "Create, like, a movie disaster" works because the filler word is in character, but "save the day" and "save a girl or two personally" lean on phrasings that feel borrowed from the poet's irony rather than the boy's sincerity. The persona is most convincing when it does not wink.
Consider whether the piece needs every concession it makes. The aside about the teacher writing on the blackboard and the pencil needing sharpening is charming, but it interrupts the momentum of the bargaining and risks reading as a separate observation pinned on rather than integrated. A poem built on accumulating requests benefits from a felt sense of forward pressure, and digressions, however likeable, dissipate it. One option is to fold that detail into the logic of the prayer itself, so that the dull classroom becomes part of why the speaker needs God to intervene, rather than a momentary tangent.
The ending is the place to interrogate most closely. "I'm a good guy, remember? / Okay well, anyways. / I got to go to bed now." The retreat into bedtime is the right gesture, since it returns the cosmic to the domestic and reminds the reader of the speaker's smallness. But "I'm a good guy, remember?" is the emotional hinge of the whole poem, the moment the bargaining reveals its real anxiety, which is not about Maegan or Shaun but about whether the speaker is worthy of being heard at all. Placing it three lines before the close slightly buries it. There may be more power in letting that question sit closer to the final silence, so that the casual sign-off lands against it rather than smoothing it over.
One structural question worth weighing: the line about Maegan being Pentecostal, described as if "she came from somewhere else," introduces a note of inherited prejudice the speaker does not understand. It is a sharp inclusion, because it shows the child absorbing the boys' suspicion without grasping it, and it complicates the innocence productively. The poem does not develop the thread further, which is a defensible choice, but it is worth deciding deliberately whether that note is meant to resonate later or to remain a single uneasy flicker. As written it does the latter, and that may be enough, but the decision should be intentional rather than incidental.
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