Penance
clean your hair,
part down the middle,
braid through, around, over,
sweep up.
Wear your finest dress,
straighten the collar,
take the lord on a chain
round your swan-white throat,
now wait.
This is a new contraption
you three are the original sin
we are capturing your hail mary's
so start saying them now.
Take your love letters out
ask forgiveness with your eyes
hold them to your brow
you'll feel a flash,
count to three,
when the bulb bursts
pray.
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