2018.03.11.
Sweet Penance
All those little yearnings in your heart,blaming what I did yesterday.
Cursing that day I could see your wickedness,
you were never a saint.
Discos, microbes between us,
without us.
Fears and hot pills
are no longer between my teeth.
Your tremor in the bathroom, soothing yourself,
the wind blows in the window.
Contemplating your own mortality,
considering becoming a believer.
And we talked about our delusions
with friends.
Really powerful plans of action
are my sweet penance.