confess, sinner. confess.
the locker room.
the catholic confession room
for eighth grade girls,
only to collect their
tears into empty perfume
bottles and to be
sprayed onto their
collarbones.
- the main thing i have learned is to never leave without
locker room tear perfume dripping off of my collarbones.
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