Your eyes ask why I laugh again
When saltines are the first unholy thing of the day
It's all misunderstood, I say
Girl eats blueberry pie
You begin; I lie
I say it's a truth; you don't see
The bells ring wrong, and to tell the truth
Church only feels like church when I'm alone
I'm not scared of the celeste and salicional
They form my rail confessional
I confess
I confess blueberry pie and the saltines in my hand
Do you not confess?
Do you not confess your hospital full of tense sounds?
You strike the bell wrong and laugh
I confess
I confess that my sin abounds
I remember a candle from infinity
That sings like the Vox Humana
I confess
I confess that I break every treaty
I remember Athanasius
I remember red and red and white
Your eyes are closed and I see bellus
I confess
I confess that I miss the past
You see me with my coffee, my empty rooms
I wish I had navy at my knees
I weep for time when I think of it
Pleats, ruffles, standing under--how many trees?
I confess
I confess that I smiled like I believed in myself
You sigh, turning your head away
I confess that I didn't sleep well
The notes will make it all okay
My hands skim
Salt, wheat, an octave of C
I confess blueberry pie
I confess that I don't know how to stop myself
I confess that I don't know what to think
I confess my lies
Agnus Dei, miserere nobis.
