My Sins Against God
aren't original.
I wasn't the first
to steal from family
(sorry, sis, for that buck-eighty-five
gleaned off your carpet
while you were at show choir).
I cheated
on Chem tests
in high school, but I was slutty
with answers at age eight,
preferring the insidious ambiguous
term collaboration
for signaling cross-classroom
my multiple choices.
My sins against God
been going on for a while.
Probably began with my mouth, a two-year-old liar
thinking only of Self
to skirt deserved spankings. Red-hands, but
"I didn't do it."
But dear God forbid
I trade in tenderness
to contract malice, or despair.
Those sins will eat the soul,
grinning.
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