of tequila
i feel a sin coming on.
the music
the dancing, the flirtatious
fluttering of eyelashes
and come hither looks.
the daily lust in my heart
sin that i fight
with weakened willpower.
i should pre-empt it
with the confession app
on my phone
from St. Bernadettes.
but it might go viral,
and then what?
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