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File Cabinet Full of Sins

At the Good Friday service
members of the parish
wrote their sins on paper
and one after another
they nailed their confessions
to the wooden cross
set up near the altar.

After the mass
before I cleaned the carpet
and swept out the chapel
I removed each piece of paper from the cross
and placed them in a small plastic bag.

The anonymous sins of the congregation
are locked in my second-floor office
in a file cabinet
near the paint cans
next to the dust mop
and the broken vacuum cleaner.


Chris Bodor is a US poet, who was born in 1967 in Connecticut to an English mother and a Hungarian father. After working for ten years in New York City, he moved to Florida in 2003. In August of 2009, Chris started hosting monthly poetry readings on the last Sunday of every month in St. Augustine, Florida. During the past 25 years, his poems have appeared in many independent, small, and micro-press publications, such as the Lummox Journal, FM Quarterly, and Old City Life. 


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