I squat down
at the slab
and unscrew chemicals.

Mixtures made
for finger paints.

**** cinders
into lung
to get high on polish.

Adhesion
base, topcoat,
both sandwich neon pink.

I have not lit
one sweet cigarette
in half a year, and I've lost
forty pounds in three months.

It's not I'm
casting light
of my disapproval

on others
for either thing.

My grandpa
got cancer
at nicotine's altar

and

my weight bore
too heavy
on my brittle body

so

I figured
what the ****.

My faith returns
in my own purpose
as I am true to failures
and sworn to improvements.

Now, all, I ask of you,
concerning the modern
christian interpretation
of the seven deadly sins,
which one has
haunted you?

Which

one is most
important
an artist overcome?