Confiteor 1

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="155b"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*yvYc4Kw2-_CmSF9Ej2BoBg.jpeg"><figcaption>TERESA SUTTON won first place in the 2017 Encircle Poetry Chapbook Competition with her third poetry chapbook, Breaking Newton’s Laws, including Pushcart Prize nominee “Dementia” and second place winner of the 2018 Luminaire Award for Best Poetry “Confiteor 2.” She has two other poetry chapbooks: They’re Gone and Ossory Wolves. (<a href="http://tsuttonpoetry.com">tsuttonpoetry.com</a>)</figcaption></figure></article></body>

Poem by Teresa Sutton

[I confess]

That tears from Dad’s crying spells could fill cups of croci. No one craves the sight of a flower after it scatters its seeds and droops. On this key point, science is silent. No one itches to imagine a blossom as it withers.

[I have greatly sinned]

As a habit I slice rose stems, make them shorter daily to add time to their natural lives — I spritz their petals with hairspray, a trick to preserve their good looks longer — I add an aspirin to nourish them in their final days though brown stems cannot drink.

TERESA SUTTON won first place in the 2017 Encircle Poetry Chapbook Competition with her third poetry chapbook, Breaking Newton’s Laws, including Pushcart Prize nominee “Dementia” and second place winner of the 2018 Luminaire Award for Best Poetry “Confiteor 2.” She has two other poetry chapbooks: They’re Gone and Ossory Wolves. (tsuttonpoetry.com)