Today I ate a biscuit

It tasted like freedom

With an aftertaste of worry, guilt

Immoral to dip my washed, contaminated fingers

Into a shared tupperware pot

Clean it, wash it, hide it

Don’t touch, don’t eat, please don’t

For I have sinned

And given in

And the consequence is

Not a moment on the hips, lips, arteries

But your health because I

Dirty, tainted, unclean

Came into your house and took from your box and the sanctum is split, burst, ruined