four packs of DPRK cigarettes in my prayer drawer
mother, lamb, angel, roses,
jesus on the cross, all-  
choking in my smoke and
on my sins, the pearly pink
beads of my rosary,
rubbed smooth by my
miseries,
clacking together as i 
hail mary, full of grace,
hail mary, full of grace 

now and
at
the hour
of our
death…

forgive me-

i am sorry.