please don't touch
my liver I cringe and
shy away from
the knife
the needle
the whiskey

it is a lovely wake

palms flat
i smooth out
my dress and step
into the confessional

forgive me father for
my rosary is around
my rear view mirror
since i only fuck in my
car anymore

oh oh oh
he breathes
and pauses

can I get your number, father?
i ask without stopping