confessionalsalvation is found
inside the dark crotches
of this sanctuary.
i venture forth.
my footsteps are
hollow zipper-clicks
rushing against denim,
and heartbeats,
low, hurried whispers
in the dimness.
i kneel before him
this angel in blue,
and i confess my sins,
humbling myself
to receive
his loving wrath.
forgiveness will come
fast and furious,
splattering
across my face
like a slap.
Juan Rufino G. Vigilar
