Confessional

did I go to mass this morning?

I was dragged

they scuffed my ankles on the curbs of Stanmore and pulled me up to my feet in Newtown

I cried on King St and begged for forgiveness

I threw myself on the altar of retail and techno

and they answered me

I performed cleansing rituals of laundry, phone calls, singing, crafting

father told me what sin was by describing my most organic self and teaching me how to apologise