at my short
list of sins, as i sit in
the darkened confessional.
he asks with
surprise and suspicion,
is that all?
that's all you got?
for now, i tell him, but
a holiday weekend is
coming up, stayed tune.
okay, okay, he say.
i won't press you. give
me a couple of hail marys
and three our fathers on
the way out,
and drop a few bucks
in the basket.
and i want details next time.
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