Sins

Soft Summer night, very beautiful night sky. There I was about to go outside to smoke a cigarillo. I hear my husband calling me. "Mariee! Something strange and dastardly has appeared in our family room!" There I look, a huge black blob of slop and dirt. At this point I don't know what to do. I rush to the garage and grab shovel, and I scoop it up and throw it into the street.
	There it rushes right back. I see what it really is. It's a blob; a blob of all of my sins. It has been collecting, ready to ruin me since I was born. God thinks it's time.