the cross lingers
high above the confessional
it looms, leering
And beneath it, the cavity
where the voice of the consecrated profligate speaks
with an urgency not immediately divine;
the man speaks with the urgency of a shrew
what is your name, priest?
what are your sins
have you confessed them to the Lord
professed servility to the word?
Did you consume a rosary
plug your arteries, with pages from the Holy Book
apologized to the angels
offered a sacrifice, crucified a child
You are made of the same flesh
infested by the same wiles, marked by the same sins
who are you to judge?
–Poetry and photography by Teegee Villanueva