i slip into the side
door
of st. bernadette's
and find
an empty pew
in the back. stage right.
i hit my knees
on the soft kneeler,
tie my fingers
together
in a prayerful knot
and confess my sins
in the direction
of where i presume
sits God.
listening once
more to my same old
story,
hoping again
that he'll let me off.
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