Every night
i drink,

[and,
I mean

really

drink]

i forget
the gods

arent
always
going to
forgive me.

the next
morning

after
desecrating
their
holy temples.

i beg
for
their
forgiveness:

“please,
take these
offerings
of nutrious
food items”

“i have
travelled
far from
the bed
i’d
like to
still be
sleeping
hungover in
to worship
you all,”

“please
cleanse me
of these
sins
of mine.”

—
Ordinary