stressful going to confession
in the early
days.
sweating behind
the iron
meshed window
in the dark
closet at St. Paul's.
your crimes
and sins were limited
to saying a bad
word,
or thinking bad
thoughts about someone,
or perhaps
taking a saw
and cutting off the head
of your sister's
Barbie doll
because she threw in the trash
your Harmon Killebrew
baseball glove
that she tripped on
in the hall.
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