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.
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