Confessional
by Aurea Day
show me the ledger of transgressions that I’ve authored
confessed but have not been forgiven for according
to the man that tells me my safety is sinful why does
he possess a divine capacity we are not allowed to access?
when you walk past a mirror do you imagine it’s
a portal a way for god to keep an eye on you?
I wonder when I stopped pretending there was
always a camera watching me the guilt we hold
in our shoulders in our hands it coats our skin
like syrup be sweet with me and stand in the
rain for however long it takes you and I can
baptize each other new believer I’ll teach you
what it’s like to feel clean again what it’s like to
pray shall we learn to murmur our own names
in worship? soft-spoken saint hard-hearted
sinner of the worst breed we can make some
new thing our own if I bend to drag the wet cloth
across your feet could we be disciples? what I’m
trying to tell you is I would remake the world if it
meant we could stay here in the shower together