i am self-indulgent,
pity party girl.
the word confessional sits in my throat 
        like a sore
        like a ****
i don't know how to speak 
without letting it all fall out
and what am i if not 
confessional?
if not the record-keeper 
of all my family's worst sins?
how long have i sat 
blindfolded 
while my loved ones spit 
horrible truths at me?
if it were not for my humanness, 
i'd have died buried with all of it 
eating at my heart.
so here i am, open-palmed
sin-catcher,
mouth unstitched for
the confession.
can you hear me?