Wednesday, August 26, 2020

ABSOLUTION

Mere words 
on the air—what 
could be frailer? 
But 

just to have 
such thoughts as this 
must be proof 
of your existence.

Maybe, poems
say things, 
and maybe prayers
are things; for here

your sentence 
becomes my jail,
your sin, my penance—
isn't that a coincidence?