I knew a girl who wore a silver cross around her neck
a piece of costume jewelry, she had bought it to offset
a life of moral turpitude, and mitigate her sin:
the one that she had just accrued, another to begin.

I told her it looked pretty—She bragged about the cost
and how the diamond clarity’s superior to most.
I held it in reception and while she went off to purge
immaculate deception of an unexpected birth.