atoning on the bathroom tile

eleven stains

like bruises on a peach,

or strawberries on kneecaps

this is repentance

one for colby,

two for what i said on the phone

may makes three

four, as in the fourth of december

i keep five a secret,

& i can't quite remember number six

seven, eight, and nine & i knew my friends would be heartbroken 

ten was for, ten was completely selfish

i don't have a reason for eleven

eleven just happened