I am in this booth
head tucked under
looking at the floor
Light comes in through the wooden slats
You are in the adjacent booth
standing tall
ear against the screen
I feel your presence
I would not dare
look closely
to see the outline of your ear
In this confessional booth
I look downward
I confess
in naked agony
I confess all
it hurts
to confess all
If I look at your face
we must relate
so I stay hidden
dark to dark
my eyes talk
to the floor
and only
at the end
of my confession
may you whisper to me
Hail Mary full of grace
for then
I will see
that you have
the same
blemishes
as I
and then
my world
will be shattered
and then
I will wonder
if only through
a painting
can we
reach
the other side
then should we talk to one another
face to face
no more can you say to me
Hail Mary
full of grace
May the lord be with you.