It Is a Sin

I wouldn’t do that if I were you! She says. Why not? It’s a sin. I have to keep my mouth straight. She has been immersed in sin soup. She sputters it when she speaks. Everything is a sin. Walking on a sidewalk crack is a sin. Loving a man without being married to it is a sin. I have to keep my face straight Remembering that she does not know any better at ninety-five. Frankly, I think her upbringing is a sin.