father,
it has been over a decade
since my last confession;
in fact,
that crisp lenten day,
you in your purple,
I refused to come in,
giggling,
because I had committed nothing
worth an intermediary.
under lock and key,
anxious not to make trouble,
a natural people pleaser,
what could I child do but
laugh at sin?
today my prayers are mingled -
mangled,
a clutter of languages and deities:
my god is one but also many.
I’m not even Catholic anymore,
But for old time’s sake,
will you listen?
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
father,
it has been over a decade
since my last confession;
in fact,
that crisp lenten day,
you in your purple,
I refused to come in,
giggling,
because I had committed nothing
worth an intermediary.
under lock and key,
anxious not to make trouble,
a natural people pleaser,
what could I child do but
laugh at sin?
today my prayers are mingled -
mangled,
a clutter of languages and deities:
my god is one but also many.
I’m not even Catholic anymore,
But for old time’s sake,
will you listen?
