the foot long sub

not everything

is good,

i confess to the priest

as he waits

for my next sin.

i want to expand on

how my

life is going, but

i hear him on the other

side of the mesh

window,

gulping,

as he takes a drink

of soda,

then continues to eat

his lunch.

a sandwich i saw

him bring in from Quiznos.

go on  my son, he says.

then the crunch

of potato chips.

i can smell the onions.

go on, he says again.

what other sins have you

to confess?

i feel resentful, i tell him.

i feel anger towards

those who pretend

they really care, but don't.

he unwraps the pickle,

takes a bite,

then tells me, i understand

my son.

go on.

do you have a napkin

over there,

by any chance, he says.

just got some mayo

on my frock.