I never really believed
in the importance of faith
until
I thought about how often people
divulge their secrets
to one another.
We think it’s so interesting.
After a few beers,
we’re willing,
and eager,
to let whatever shame,
trouble, or madness we have
just spill from our lips
for our loyal friends to consume
and inventory.
We take our lovers, companions,
friends, acquaintances,
whoever’s around,
and we expose them
to what awful things
our hearts are made of.
We’ve totally
commodofied our troubles.
Trading them
amongst each other
in some competition
to see who has the most
interesting
stories.
So many
know so much
about us,
and it’s all so
damning.
And every time
we share with someone
our darkness,
we take such great faith
that they will never use it
against us.