WHITE PAPERS

November 16, 2013

I write about longings and dreams,

about beauty and world travels.

Sometimes I try to describe sunrises and rainbows.

But when it comes to darker thoughts, my misdeeds, those things the Roman Church labels as venial and mortal sins

I am vague, mostly mute.

But sometimes on scratch paper

or a used coffee shop napkin I’ll record them:

the ways I’ve lied and deceived,

those I’ve hurt and hated,

those I’ve wanted dead,

those unthinkable thoughts I’ve had and deeds I’ve done.

Then I tear the paper up in small, small pieces,

put them in a used coffee cup

and throw them in the trash in the land-fill hole.