It is eerie to sit in a church
that has absolved more 1st graders than 40 year olds
after sudden death.
I’m suddenly hyper-aware I’m wearing bright red nail polish.
can the priest see through my shoes?
no, of course not! but since I know,
I’m still uncomfortable….
such is the nature of secrets.
I am one of the few people sitting alone.
I want it this way.
I want to be undisturbed in my sadness
the energy of anyone at peace with God
will confuse me.
I do hope this priest has something good to say.
This is time I could be spending