'Sunday' from 'Out of Breath'.

Sunday

for Brian Henratty

Once, as I approached the age of twelve,

I was handed the weekly envelope

to be given up at Mass. Now, don't

be standing near the back. Don't leave

early and don't be home for dinner late!

I set off with the light package of change

but never made it past the chapel gate.

I missed Mass to miss the gospel's guilt range.

Beneath the bridge I peeled back the gum

and took out the coins to spend on sweets.

I ate them quickly before getting home.

In the scullery, dishes were out, the table set.

I wanted to confess but avoid disgrace.

Self-hate raged as pride smiled from her face.