Hello, everyone!  Here's my piece for critique.  It's still untitled, unfortunately.

Some days I feel like

Jeremiah’s little sister,

 

like God’s come to visit

and they’ve locked me outside

 

like I’ve been catching water snakes all day

while they’ve been healing lepers.

 

Like I’ve got kool-aid and powdered sugar

all over my hand-me-down cut-offs

and as God goes to pull a quarter from my ear

I stomp on his foot through his open-toed sandal,

Screaming, “I hate you.  You are not invited to my birthday party. “