two hundred ninety-six.

what was it cummings wrote?

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my dinosaur bag)

yes, that sounds just right.

day one hundred thirteen.

I suppose

it is time to examine my conscience,

to make a clean breast of it and amends

to such as those I might have offended.

Attende Domine et miserere! Lord

I’ve sinned with my eye and did not pluck it out,

and with my hand and yet my hand remains

blessing myself against Your righteousness.

I’ve sinned with my mouth and loved the sound it made.

(thomas lynch)