Tashlich In A Bad Year

This year for Tashlich,

I’m not going to the park or the river or the ocean. 

My life is constricted and crappy this year

And I don’t need poetic rituals or metaphors.

My sins 

(procrastination, laziness and lethargy with some despair sprinkled on top)

Are mostly against  myself more than anyone  else

And I forgive me. 

So

This year I’m going to write down my little sins

On toilet paper.

Then I’m going to flush them away. 

 Feh.